Zakar froze as the General's words echoed in his ears.
The question struck him like a blade drawn silently across the skin. He could hear the weight behind it. The demand for truth, the suspicion of deceit.
[Name: General Atelon ]
[Type : Glass General ]
[Rank : S rank ]
[Extraction Possible]
[Luck; 53%]
'What's this? Extraction?' He muttered and he felt a cold memory hit him.
General Atelon stood tall before him, his posture rigid, his eyes glinting like polished shards of glass.
Even though the rift behind him had just settled into completion, his aura showed no signs of exhaustion. Instead, it sharpened, cutting through the air with invisible precision.
Zakar tried to steady his breathing. What does he mean by 'energy'? Did he notice something during my fight with Lemon? Or… does he suspect me of holding something I shouldn't?
"I…" Zakar's voice trailed as he searched for the right words. "I don't know what you mean, sir."
