"Are you Psionics from Rock Sand City?"
The seven looked up, pupils shrinking, faces going white.
A masked figure appeared, slowly walking toward them.
Behind him, purple skeleton monsters kept emerging, respectfully surrounding him like a king on a royal procession.
The Psionics felt enormous physical and mental pressure, lowering their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.
"These terrifying monsters are actually this masked man's lackeys!!!"
"Which faction is this? Human or traitor?"
"What should we do?"
"..."
Captain Lezhe was panicked and confused, his expression grim. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer to save himself and the others.
Carlos walked up to them, examining their clothing with puzzlement in his tone.
"Aren't you Psionics from Rock Sand City?"
This rhetorical question made the Psionics flat on the ground think Carlos was getting impatient.
Captain Lezhe quickly looked up:
"My lord! We are Psionics from Rock Sand City!"
