"Dragon Twist!" he roared.
The staff spiraled down like a red comet, striking Romino's head with cataclysmic force. The ground beneath shattered, air rippling outward in a shockwave.
"You can't mess around here," Bosco growled, standing over the crater, eyes blazing with authority. "This is my classroom."
The old man's eyes widened in shock. As he was about to speak, he shivered a little. A quiet uneasiness spread through the room, carried by the chimney's glow. His sharp gaze dropped onto Ana's face. With a heavy voice, weighted by years of experience, he spoke slowly:
"Tales of the Grand Era… no one dares to ask about them. You are one of the rare few who wish to know. Only the Tideborns—criminals and outcasts—search for that history… or the curious ones, like you."
