The others who had landed on the brown giant had indeed gone down, and at that moment, among the battles happening, one was just ending.
At that moment, the Young Lord who had exchanged a gaze with Lucas from more than hundreds of kilometers away still had that casual mischievousness in his deep blue eyes, along with a smile on his lips, but while his hair remained as it had been before, his position gave his casual attitude a chilling vibe.
His arm, the right one, covered in the same dark liquid that had covered him before, was now inside the body of a red-skinned alien who was pasted against the wall, in the middle of a crater underscoring the impact that had happened. The alien had his eyes opened wide, but not so much in pain as out of incredulity. He looked at his soon to be killer, and opened his mouth, his voice another evidence of his shock:
"Who… are… you?"
