Within the Main Lands, the air was so tense, one could cut it with a knife.
Everyone looked at Usan.
Then they looked towards the other seven gazing at him from a distance.
Like this, they simply exchanged between the two different sides until one of them broke the suffocating silence.
Their hostile auras filled up the horizon.
Each one of them had a contrasting, unique appearance.
One of them had flaming red hair and tight crimson clothing.
A vicious, crude-looking spear was in his hand, rippling with waves of heat. The tip of the weapon roared with bright red flames.
An excited smirk was on his youthful face.
"Silver! Have you come to settle your accounts? I'll be more than glad to take you on first."
Surprisingly, the man didn't have any hate or anger in his tone.
It was like he was enjoying the situation at hand.
If it wasn't obvious, this was the Sun's Spear.
