Silence lasted for almost half a minute, and he tried to listen to anything echoing in his mind but couldn't get any. And all of sudden, it felt like a bad signal reached him, ending up hearing the intermittent voice of someone he recognised on the spot.
[Bo… Boss… Is… I… Is that… Yo… You?!!!]
The voice of Ibra came shaky, weak, and covered up with lots of noises like wind. William almost squeezed the Bullet of everyone he was holding in both hands, close from ruining them.
"I can't clearly hear you, so let's get it short. I'm here, and there are lots of places around. Can you use anything to let me know where you are? Any light techniques or attacks with extremely flashing lights or something?"
William wanted anything to identify their whereabouts. [W… We c… We can try…] Ibra's voice became weaker and weaker, and that made William a bit restless.
"This damn wind! It's not enough to stop the spirit sense but also interferes with the Bullets!"
