Stan Sol closed his eyes, incessantly berating himself for his stupidity. It was simply unacceptable that he had failed to notice such a simple illusion.
At this moment, the fighters on both sides had halted their attacks; even the warlike Brad restrained his berserk fists.
"What in the world is happening?" Baharo still failed to understand what was unfolding before his eyes. He hadn't anticipated that this task, which he had been reluctant to undertake, would lead to so many unusual situations.
Aside from the seemingly dull "protection task" that had almost cost him his life, all the encounters he'd had since arriving on Guru Mountain were enough for him to brag about for a long time—if he could make it down the mountain safely, that is.
