"So this so-called darkness you mentioned has only caused a few dozen people to disappear so far?" Sola Balk was clearly unimpressed by such an obvious exaggeration.
"For now, yes. But I can sense—"
"Take me to see this warrior you mentioned first." Sola Balk impatiently cut Mother Talzin off.
"Very well." Talzin lowered her head, but a flash of ferocity passed through her eyes.
Mother Talzin took Sola Balk by ship to another, more distant settlement, where many Zabraks lived. When they saw the ship arrive, fear appeared on many faces.
"The timing is perfect. These slaves are currently undergoing combat training." As Talzin spoke, she led Sola Balk to a place enclosed by huge stones, resembling a small gladiatorial arena.
Inside, over a hundred powerfully built Zabraks were engaged in a chaotic melee. These Zabraks were all carefully selected warriors, each one immensely strong and ferocious.
This battle was utterly savage and cruel. Every Zabrak wielded a crude weapon, whether a wooden club or, if they were better equipped, a large iron sheet used as a blade. Yet the fighting was extraordinarily dangerous.
"You can naturally see which warrior I wish to introduce to you," Mother Talzin said.
Sola Balk focused his gaze and indeed spotted a yellow-skinned Zabrak who was exceptionally fierce. He charged forward fearlessly, possessed immense strength, and had a remarkably resilient body. He was clearly comrades with another man, and the two stood back-to-back, unshakable amid the chaotic battlefield. Even when battered by clubs and slashed by blades, they did not retreat a single step.
But eventually, the two were clearly overwhelmed by the encirclement. They steadily retreated toward a corner before finally being beaten to the ground.
"Still trying to hide your true abilities? Did you think such little tricks could fool me?