Rhys felt a smile grow on his face. He gently rubbed Sera's head as he looked down at her.
"Do you like them?" he asked.
"Yes… yes… papa!" she said, her eyes shining with happiness.
"Okay," Rhys smiled.
He turned around to face the Ashton disciples. He was not wearing his mask. His face was clearly visible.
But his appearance had changed so much since his exile. He was taller, his features were sharper, and his eyes were a bottomless black.
They did not recognise him.
"So," Rhys continued, his voice suddenly cold. "My daughter likes these ores. So you will give us yours as well. Drop them for me."
"What?" The disciple was stunned.
He could not believe what he was hearing. He had offered to pay, and now this stranger was trying to rob them.
Rhys frowned.
He was losing his patience. He activated his Sonic Burst skill, channelling it into his voice.
"I said, DROP!"
