"Friend, it seems you're in trouble, I'm Solar, here to help you!"
"Don't worry, the Sun Warrior is here to lend a hand!"
"Praise the sun! Hahaha!"
Whenever Solar is summoned to assist in battle, he always says such encouraging words, some of which are quite iconic, and the Skyrim Strategy Group has long memorized them by heart.
But this time, there was nothing.
Solar is just fighting.
Luluwo's gaze follows Solar as he swiftly moves through the lava.
His movements are as skillful as ever, the timing of the shield blocks is incredibly precise, the angle of the straight sword counterattacks is godly, every roll perfectly avoids the sweeping insect legs of the Hundred-legged Demon, and every jump lands at the most suitable point.
Even when he can't block an attack, his shield remains as stable as a mountain under the storm-like assault.
But, Luluwo feels something is off when she watches all this.
