The silence that followed was absolute. It was a suffocating, heavy quiet that made the very air feel like solid lead.
Not a single soul dared to breathe.
A moment ago, the native experts of the Blue Star were throwing blame, screaming at Lia and Bai Yue, and cursing Grey's name. Now, those same experts were trembling so violently they could barely keep themselves afloat in the sky.
Wang Bao stared at Grey's back, his jaw completely slack. His previous words of criticism now echoed in his mind like a ringing death sentence.
He swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat drench his robes. If Grey had tapped him instead of Luca...
The burly northern expert, who had roared the loudest just moments prior, was now clutching his chest. His eyes darted frantically between the massive crater where Luca had disappeared and the god-like figure of Grey. His legs gave out entirely, and he slumped down onto an invisible platform of air, paralyzed by a primal fear.
