Kieran stared at the man, unable to force a single word from his lips.
It only took a second for the man to realize.
Then he laughed—loud and deep, a sound that echoed through the void.
"Oh, that's right..." he said, chuckling. "You're definitely not Typhoon. No way I could've pinned him down this easily."
He smiled, seemingly amused by the situation, while Kieran could only watch helplessly.
'Damn it... If he wanted to kill me, I'd be ash already. What kind of power is this?' Kieran thought, overwhelmed by the sheer pressure emanating from the man's presence.
"But if you're his son," the man continued, his voice growing solemn, "then we'll need your help... All of us. We were fools to ignore his warning."
He sighed, as though burdened by memories and regret, then turned his eyes back to Kieran.
"I'll grant you the aid of my weapon. Use it—kill him before he finds the others."
