"Oh my～, what a clever little detective you are," Yssera's voice purred in their minds. It was teasing, mocking, and dripping with amusement as though she were playing a harmless game. Yet despite her tone, not a single one of Valxir's men dared to strike down the small insectoid drone hovering before them.
The reason was simple. These were no ordinary mercenaries; they were elite Tier Six powerhouses, warriors who had fought and bled in hundreds of thousands of battles across the galaxy. Their instincts were honed sharper than any blade, and those instincts screamed at them now.
It wasn't the insect itself that made them hesitate. It was the presence behind it.
Each of them could feel it... the immense weight pressing from somewhere beyond, the will that was using the drone as a mouthpiece. Presence alone would not have been enough, since many races had tools that could mask or amplify their aura, disguising their true strength. But this was different.
