"Patriarch, please forgive us…" Warren lowered his head and spoke in a shaky voice.
There was nothing scary about young Himmel Soan's delicate face, but no one dared to meet him in the eye. Just by sitting there, he gave off a suppressive air that reminded one of a mountain. The others found it hard to breathe.
"Forgive you? How? Tell me, what place does our country have in the world?"
No one dared to answer that question.
"Third?" Himmel Soan asked in an uncertain tone.
No one answered, and everyone seemed nervous.
"Fifth?" Himmel Soan made another guess.
Still, no one answered.
That didn't seem to be the correct guess either.
Himmel Soan's face darkened.
"We have to be in the top eight, right?"
He still received no reply, and the others looked even more nervous. Beads of sweat were trickling down their faces.
Thump!
