"I asked a question," Sol shouted again, his voice rising into a low, thunderous roar that echoed off the whole battlefield. "Whose skin is this? Where the hell is Lumi?"
No one answered.
The silence of the battlefield was heavy with the stench of burnt meat and hot iron.
The Zharun warriors stood like statues, their faces pale as ghosts as they stared at the black-armored reaper who had just peeled a Layer 4 titan apart like a soft fruit.
Even the remaining Layer 3 ones kept their eyes locked on the dirt, terrified that catching his gaze for a single second would draw his wrath onto their own heads.
Sol's eyes narrowed into sharp, dangerous slits.
He slowly scanned the huddled ranks of the Zharun tribe, looking for someone with enough position to answer, when his gaze stopped on a specific, trembling figure hidden deep behind the row of Layer 3 warriors..
