Suddenly, a sharp commanding female voice rang out from his behind, cutting through the noise of the field.
Ryuzen turned to face her.
Standing a few meters away was a tall woman with short silver hair tied into a tight bun. She wore the Standard combat uniform, but unlike the others, hers was scarred and worn—proof of countless battles.
Her arms were crossed, but her eyes locked onto Ryuzen with a sharpness that made it clear she wasn't playing around.
She was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. Her physique was lean but powerful, and the faint glow around her body hinted at a solid evolver rank. Her authoritive aura pressed down like the weight of a mountain.
"What's wrong? You just gonna stand there and watch while your squad proves themselves?" she asked, stepping forward.
Her tone wasn't mocking—it was challenging, almost daring him to refuse.
Ryuzen met her gaze calmly.
"I didn't see anyone willing to face me. That's all," he replied.
