Seeing that no one was replying to him from that dimensional crack, Clay's expression slowly lost that trace of boredom and became serious, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the fracture in the sky as if trying to pierce through it and look at whoever was hiding behind it, whoever had been watching this entire time yet chose to remain silent even after everything that had just happened right before their eyes.
Without saying another word, he began to walk forward, his steps calm and steady, the broken ground crunching beneath his feet as he approached the unconscious body of Bufolk that lay motionless within the ruined battlefield, his large frame still and heavy like a fallen mountain that had once stood tall and unstoppable.
