Sound of His Voice
Empana's gaze was sharp, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't seem to fear Little Silk at all, or maybe he had something else to rely upon.
Ryu looked toward Empana, saying something the latter had never expected.
"Isn't it obvious? We are conquering land. Don't tell me that you want me to explain that as well?"
Empana's gaze narrowed. He looked toward Ianjor, but the latter seemed to be having the time of his life, the only thing he was missing was popcorn. He had spent the first years of his life losing verbal spars to Ryu, those losses somehow made beating the snot out of Ryu not nearly as satisfying. No matter how hard he hit Ryu, he felt that he couldn't vent his frustration. But, at the same time, seeing Ryu making others suffer filled him with endless pleasure.
Empana was rendered speechless. Why did he feel like this long time friend of his wasn't on his side anymore, was his relationship with this superior of his really so good?