"That was educational. Let's finish this," Ossa's voice echoed from the settling dust, his dark green eyes flickering behind the mask, a serious glint in them.
"What?!, how is he still alive ?!" The warriors felt a shiver run down their spines as their gazes met his, his dark green eyes seeming to look into their souls.
Their Adams apple seem to move up and down as they unconsciously swallowed the dry silver in their mouth, an involuntary action that showed their distress.
"You guys are just slightly above the guy I fought three years ago," Ossa said, comparing their combat abilities to those of a warrior he had faced before, a warrior with rank three silver warrior, from whom he had gained the' soul of a giant' skill.
Hearing his words, their mental strategies were interrupted, their minds unconsciously paying attention to his words, as these were the words of one who might end of being their doom.
