The air was silent.
Somewhere in the open sky, Zane was casually juggling something with his foot.
Tap.
Spin.
Kick.
A head bounced lightly off his shoe, arcing through the air before landing back against his instep.
Tyron's eyes widened.
That head—
San's head.
Blood still trailed faintly through the air as it spun, divine radiance already fading, reduced to nothing more than a toy.
Tap.
Kick.
Catch.
Zane didn't even look impressed.
Tyron felt his throat tighten.
Jin was dead.
San was dead.
Both of them—divine soldier of the god realm—killed so easily that it hadn't even registered as a fight.
This mortal…
No.
This man—
He didn't kill them.
He discarded them.
Tyron clenched his fists, divine mana churning violently around his body.
"…Who are you?" he demanded, voice strained despite himself.
"You're not a mortal. Don't insult me by pretending."
Zane finally stopped.
