"Nope, you won't go," Tamasya said while shaking her head.
Her tone was firm and final, leaving no space for immediate argument.
She stood with her arms crossed, posture relaxed but expression resolute, as though the decision had already been made long before the words left her mouth.
The shadows around her responded subtly, their movement slowing as if mirroring her stance.
"But why!!!, I am strong enough to enter" Will said in defiance.
He straightened as he spoke, his voice steady but edged with irritation. Will had already calculated his strength several times over, both objectively and through instinct, and each calculation had led him to the same conclusion.
He was not weak. And he was certainly not someone who needed to be sheltered in a gold mansion at this stage.
