"Say something, bro!"
"Big Bro Sukrucuk, don't scare us!"
"What's wrong with him like this?"
While every head was shouting something different, our party's tank had turned to stone—not the kind made of food that you can eat afterward, but solid, genuine rock.
"Rimel, is there a debuff on him!"
Even Toraman was worried, which, as you well know, wasn't people being overly fond of each other anyway.
"There's nothing, completely normal. I have no idea why he got like this!"
Sukrucuk had been like this ever since he stepped into the area where the fourth competition would take place and saw the combat platform; if he hadn't been breathing in and out ever so slightly, I would've assumed he was dead.
"Go sit on the side."
Our tank finally spoke in a whisper, his eyes narrowed down hard and fixed on a single spot.
"Bro, are you sure?"
I said. "My nephew, if my late father came before me right now, I wouldn't blink an eye!"
