***"CHANGE OF PLANS! WE HAVE TO RETREAT!"***
A voice roared across the battlefield with such desperate urgency that it cut through even the overwhelming presence of Draki's gathered power. The sound carried for miles, reaching Draki with crystal clarity.
Just as Draki was about to unleash the accumulated energy that would have reduced Mikasa and Akira to history, a loud voice resonated throughout the clear, silent expanse of the wasteland that was once the Red Eastern Guild base.
It was unmistakably Valachi's voice, but transformed by terror into something barely recognizable. The arrogant confidence that had defined Valachi was completely gone, replaced by raw fear that made his words crack.
Valachi wasn't just calling for a tactical withdrawal or something along those lines—he was screaming for them to run for their lives, to abandon all their dignity in favor of immediate survival.
