Sol spun around instantly, his spear snapping up, the heavy, dark obsidian tip pointed directly at the source of the voice.
His reflexes, newly upgraded by the Layer 2 Dreadwing, were absurdly fast. His body moved faster than conscious thought, one second, he was staring down at the shattered skull of the boar, and in the next fraction of a heartbeat, his body had completely pivoted, lowering his center of gravity into a perfect, flawless combat stance.
The golden essence in his Sun Core flared, ready to detonate.
He expected to see a spirit warrior who maybe had stumbled here, or maybe an assassin from a rival tribe. At worst, he expected some weird speaking beast lurking in the foliage.
But… there was no beast. There was no warrior or assassin rival tribesman.
Sitting casually on a massive, moss-covered petrified boulder about twenty feet away was a girl?
