In the ruins of Keigra, a brown haired, slightly chubby Graundar man with a single arm was holding up the collar of a Keigra soldier with green glowing patterns on his armour in fury as his irises glowed.
"My son! Where is he?! Where is my son?!" The chubby Graundar questioned.
"I-i don't know!" The soldier replied fearfully.
"Sir, we are going to have to ask you to put him down." A masculine voice said.
The chubby Graundar turns back and sees a group of Keigra soldiers equipped with glowing crossbow.
"And what if i don't want to put him down? What are you gonna do?" The chubby Graundar asked.
The Keigra soldier who stood in front with glowing red patterns around his armour, looked back at the other soldiers and gave a head sign for them to lower their weapons to which they obeyed. As soon as the soldiers had lowered their weapons, the Keigra soldier in front looked back at the chubby Graundar and sighed.
