" Give way... " a warrior clad in iron, said as he carried an injured comrade on his shoulder.
Many others followed him, most carrying several injured men
They were the warriors who had gone to capture Ossa but had encountered the wasps, an encounter the commander believed was caused by Ossa. Out of the fifty warriors, only ten came back conscious, five of them injured and the rest either left behind or dead.
" What happened... "
" Was it really that serious"
"..."
"..."
" Only the five-ray iron rank warriors made it"
" Was it a silver threat"
"..."
" That's why I didn't go, my gut told me otherwise"
"..."
" The brass warriors did not return"
"..."
The warriors murmured among themselves as they noticed the warriors who had left for a subjugation, come back injured, their almost invincible commander wearing an expression they've never seen.
