"Tyre"
His voice was low.
Taking advantage of the precious rest period after the battle, several Third Order Awakeners slowly pushed a simple wooden cart toward Tyre, as they habitually did.
A middle-aged man lay on the cart, his lower body gone and his abdominal cavity simply wrapped in a white item.
Bright red blood soaked through the bandages, dripping steadily onto the ground.
"Does Lord Rehn have anything to say?"
"Has he dealt with the situation over there?"
The man on the cart struggled to prop himself up with his thick arms. His face was filled with hope, and his eyes seemed to reveal a trace of pleading.
That cautious expression made it seem as if, so long as he was "devout" enough, there might still be good news.
Looking at the half-man on the cart, Tyre silently crushed the cigarette butt in his palm.
He opened his mouth hesitantly, but for a long while, no words came out.
He could see that glimmer in everyone's eyes, and he also knew how many ears throughout the gathering place were pricked up, listening.
The man on the cart was their Legion Commander, and he had once been one of the people who awarded Rehn a medal.
Three hours earlier, during the Insect Tide, this Low Third Order Awakener had exhausted his Spiritual Energy and torn apart the last few high-level insects with nothing but his physical strength. By the time people found him while cleaning up the battlefield, he had already been soaking in the insects' stomach acid for a long time.
He was a true warrior, but even so, his will and spirit could only place their hopes on the other side.
After a long silence, everyone seemed to know the answer.
Everyone's faces turned ashen. The middle-aged man