Rex had proven himself to the Lunirich Gods that he was not an easy enemy.
For some reason, he was able to consistently survive their attempts to kill him no matter the odds.
They had attempted to catch him with his pants lowered in a surprise attack, had trapped him—and even had come down to the Mortal Realm through a mortal body in order to defeat him. And despite all that, Rex still survived.
Not a single Lunirich God would underestimate him now.
Even those he hadn't even met, like Mayar.
But that was precisely what Rex decided to use, making it his leverage to deal with this situation.
At this moment, the silence that existed between Mayar and Rex stretched as Mayar remained undecided.
Attacking blindly wasn't an option. Not against someone—who had already proven himself to be really dangerous and also moved with clear whispers of preparation. Someone whose calm felt less like pure courage and more like an invitation.
