The Kieyang warrior raised his twin swords and settled into two entirely different stances. He sneered. "Brigadier General Jaeger Sobek, I thought you'd learned your lesson. You had a chance to run away, didn't you?"
I was going to run away! I wanted to bolt the moment we ran into each other, but you just had to charge right at me! Would any normal person charge when they saw how many of us there were? Sobek wanted to say. But under the circumstances, all he could manage was a strained twitch at the corner of his mouth. In the end, he said nothing.
Sobek really didn't want to be the protagonist, so he kept his helmet firmly in place. At least no one could see the expression on his face.
"Looks like you're even less intelligent than I thought."
I really don't get it. Why would an ordinary person like me be remembered by a master like you? And why are you picking on me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Sobek wore a long-suffering expression as he felt the other man's killing intent suddenly surge. He wanted to ask, "Can we just pretend we never met and go back to where we started?" But he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Just then, a blinding light burst out beside them without warning, and violent tremors erupted in rapid succession. The unceasing vibrations rubbed against the air, creating ripples like waves on water.
The spatial ripples were accompanied by light that grew ever more dazzling. But perhaps because he wasn't wearing a helmet, the Kieyang took far more damage to his eyes than Sobek did. Even a high-ranking psyker like him couldn't hide the pain that flashed across his eyes, usually so cold with cruelty. For the first