"What this bald brute said makes sense, boss. Our mission was to capture that girl from the Blood Clan, not to fight until our last breath against these abominations." Zorbag's gravelly voice echoed through the tent as he hurled one of the severed claws of a Tier Three mutant onto the ground at Valxir's feet.
The claw thudded against the floor like a challenge, still dripping with putrid blood. Zanar reacted immediately with fury sparking in his eyes. His body trembled as he unleashed his Tier Six aura in full, its crushing weight surging toward Zorbag with enough force to make the tent's metal supports groan.
The air shimmered with pressure, but Zorbag merely smirked. He stood tall with his arms crossed, letting the invisible force wash over him as though it were nothing more than a warm breeze.
