The "Scarred Warrior" finished speaking.
A deathly silence instantly enveloped the alley where everyone stood...
...
—What... did he say?
...
Although the "Scarred Warrior"'s voice was small just now, his words were clear enough, at least Mukiwa heard clearly what he was saying... But even so, Mukiwa couldn't help asking herself in her mind, "What did he say?"
A pair of beautiful eyes, flawless in size, shape, and proportion to her face, stared wide, their pupils as beautiful as black gems, losing their original luster as her focus wavered suddenly.
Mukiwa felt as though a thread was hooked at the back of her head... Even though she heard every word the "Scarred Warrior" said without missing a single one, her brain couldn't comprehend... No, it was because the words of the "Scarred Warrior" were too horrifying; under the influence of fear, her mind subconsciously refused to think deeper.
The tremor was sluggish and long.
