As everyone focused on Wallace, a tense silence fell over the group.
Why did Baron shut them up?
Immediately, the atmosphere grew thick, and one could feel the anticipation in every breath they took.
Suddenly, breaking the quiet, Wallace's strong voice broke through the tension, saying, "Thanks!"
He thanked them for keeping quiet, while his eyes were narrowing as he looked at the soldier standing before him, with blood dripping from his left hand.
Wallace felt a surge of curiosity, and his brows furrowed with concern. "What happened to your hand?" he asked urgently. As if he was hurrying on something.
The soldier hesitated, his eyes darting nervously as if he was searching for an explanation.
Before the soldier could say a word, Wallace interrupted, his tone tinged with suspicion, "Did Ellenair's hit manage to send some of the exoskeleton skin of the assassin bug to your left hand?"