The casual words John threw at their faces hit like a lightning strike. The Bulltors stood frozen, their breath hitching in their massive chests.
"What did you just say?!!!" Galnar was the first to shout, his voice cracking with a mixture of indignation and sheer disbelief.
Before the giant could spiral into his usual useless rant, John spoke up, his voice slicing through the air to clarify the misunderstanding they all shared.
"Did you forget? I belong to a fallen race," John said, his eyes never leaving the scrolls he was currently hacking.
"My people have never cleared a pocket trial before. We have never had the privilege you all enjoyed, the ability to buy different soul-bound items from the Source Code World and bring them into these trials to help you compete for winning it."
He paused, raising his head to look at the startled Bulltors. "I came here with nothing but a sword and my four friends. Most of our powers were sealed away the moment we stepped here.
