This was the first time Rowan directly faced such a cruel scene like a large-scale slaughterhouse.
There was no observation screen, no isolating mecha armor; the thick metallic smell of blood rushed straight into his nose, mixing with the smell of dust and sweat to make one nauseous.
Even so, he only slightly furrowed his brows, suppressing the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, his eyes still continuously observing the battle situation, analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of both sides.
At this time, a large, warm hand covered his eyes, and his entire body was pulled into a familiar, firm chest.
"Don't look, this scene dirties the eyes, you won't be able to sleep tonight." Owen's deep voice rang out beside his ear.
The warm breath blew against his sensitive earlobe; his rapidly beating heart gradually slowed down thanks to that silent comfort.
