The burly man didn't flinch. Instead, a cold, calculating smile spread across his face as his sharp eyes locked onto Zayen.
"Kid, now that you are here, why don't you spare yourself the pain and hand over the Primordial Star Core Fragment?"
The burly man slammed the massive hammer onto the ground.
Boom!
The impact echoed through the ancient ruins like thunder, sending cracks spider-webbing across the stone floor as dust and fragments of rubble scattered into the air.
His deep voice reverberated through the shattered tower remains.
Zayen's lips curled into a faint smile. He looked at the burly man in front of him calmly, his expression barely changing.
His gaze slowly swept across the burly man's body—from the massive hammer to the thick arms holding it and finally to the man's confident grin.
As Zayen observed him, he felt a very strange aura coming from the burly man—something he couldn't quite explain.
It was unfamiliar, yet at the same time strangely recognizable.
