The air was tense after the old stargazer from the Arlecch tribe stepped forward and joined the conversation. Goro looked at him with a frown.
"Ulminer Go," Goro said, recognizing him as one of the more prestigious stargazers.
"What do you mean?" Goro asked.
Ulminer smile.
"Exactly what I said. It wasn't the Maura tribe or the Ugri tribe. It was us, the Arlecchs. We did a bit of cleansing."
The way Ulminer said 'cleansing' sent shivers down Borso's spine.
"So? What do you want us?" Goro glanced at the encirclement. Since it had nothing to do with the dead Arlecchs on the fifteenth floor, why were they surrounding the Maura warriors, Borso, and Alzara?
"Well, now that you know, there's no way we can let you go, no?" Ulminer said, taking a step closer.
Goro sighed.
Ulminer wasn't targeting them because they deserved to be targeted. He was targeting them because he was a prick.
