The soldier on the left voiced in fright, "Please, don't attack! We're alliance corps from T-City sent on a patrol mission to inspect—"
"Shut up. Who asked you to speak?" Abraham's voice surrounded the vicinity and was as cold as ice. Out here in the wild, there was no place for pity.
Who knew? These men could be wild irregulars—or even worse, executioners—playing as helpless people, aiming to steal the resources of fellow unlucky fellows they cross paths with.
"What are your designations?"
The two soldiers looked at each other warily, but the expression on their faces was one of having no choice. The person speaking to them could very well be some bizarre abyss creature mimicking a human, but they chose not to let their minds run wild. After all, they had no other option than to answer. They were in the other party's mercy.
