The silence sank like a metal orb plunging into the deepest depths of the ocean. Moulin could feel the tension around him as soon as Nhero's words fell.
Nhero's gaze didn't falter as numerous pairs of eyes were gazing at him. He felt the uncertain and disbelieving stares of most people around him. However, he wasn't waiting for their response. It was the man bearing fierce golden eyes whose response Nhero was anxiously waiting for. He forced himself to keep his gaze raise and ignore the uneasy stares of his men. He was doing this for them... And the miserable people in Gaclan base.
"Tsk..." Emlen was the first to break the silence. He raised his hand to knead his forehead. The situation is beginning to become more complicated. They were wasting time. However, they couldn't leave the survivors in the hands of those brutes. They have to be rescued.
Emlen's grey eyes darkened. With a frown, he spoke. "Where are they?"
