Adding that glossy golden bronze skin color, inexplicably makes one feel that his body is made of some sort of alloy, rather than flesh and blood.
Bang!
Soon after, Pandor's foot lightly stomped.
The originally overturned jeep was jolted by the impact, spinning mid-air, returning to its original gravity status.
The four wheels on the ground, the anti-explosion glass windows are shattered.
Wisps of white smoke still drift outward along the hood, while several imperial soldiers inside the car look dazed, barely regaining their senses.
"C-Captain?"
A soldier in the back seat whispered a question, looking at Pandor a few meters away, trembling and hesitant.
The beast-like aura made one feel suffocated, as if standing on a cliff, utterly afraid to make direct contact.
After a brief silence, seeing Pandor seemingly a bit impatient, looking through the anti-explosion glass with a cold gaze.
