A terrifying loud bang was heard as the General’s fist exploded, but not on Albafica’s face, but to the thick, stone wall beside the Pisces head, destroying it and creating nearly a perfect hole at the wall. The effect of the hit was not so light either. Everyone in the room dropped to their knees, covering their heads, as the floor and the whole temple were vibrating hard with the impact.In a matter of second, Shion readied his Crystall Wall. It came to his mind that the whole place would collapse in a second and they would all be buried underneath it. Should that was the case, he needed to protect them, Albafica mainly as the man was not wearing his Cloth. But luck seemed to hang on to their sides as the violent quake only lasted for about a few seconds, before it eventually stopped, leaving the temple miraculously still held on to its powerful, ancient strength.When he was really sure it was over, Shion switched off his cosmos. He remained on his knees and saw how the event already took a victim as Byaku lied down already unconscious next to the kneeling Taurus saint. Aside from him, everyone seemingly was all fine, shocked but fine. As thick dust and little debris flying wildly around them, Shion exchanged looks with his comrades who were kneeling all around him, not mistaken the distress painted on their faces.And even them were vividly wishing for this catastrophe to be over.But of course Sisyphus was not finished. He actually had just began.All eyes were drawn to the General once more as a low snarl left Albafica’ mouth. Uncaring of his recent act of anger, Sisyphus now had his fist on the back of the Pisces head, roughly pulling the man’s long hair. To say that the General was in rage was underrated, as he mercilessly dragged Albafica to kneel before him by the merciless grip on the man’s hair, ignoring fully Albafica’s cry of pain, while he himself crouched low right before his suffering comrade.And since when had Sisyphus became so brutal?Sisyphus pulled hard on the hair, making the other to focus only on him, and breathed on his face, “Please do repeat yourself, Pisces. What was that exactly?”Albafica’s right hand flew to hold Sisyphus hand on his hair in an attempt for him to let it go, but to no avail. It hurt a lot, already some blue strands were plugged out from his scalp and in among his gasping breath, he could only hiss, “Let me go, Commander. Cursed you!”“O yes it is very true,” the General gritted, “For letting a traitor live among us, I am indeed cursed.”The blue eyes widened, “I am no traitor!”“Liar! If you’re not, then why you kept it a secret then?”“I did not.....” he choked, “I did not think that it’s of any importance to.....”“You crazy?” He barked, tightening his hold as Albafica’s struggle intensified, “You went away with him, you slept with him, you shared knowledge with him about us, and you didn’t deem it as important?”