"...Coco?!" Caesar muttered under his breath, his mind still struggling to process the situation. His golden eyes, usually filled with sharp confidence, now carried a glint of disbelief as he stared at the towering figure before him.
Meanwhile, Sakaar turned his gaze away, but not before letting out a muffled chuckle. "Heh heh heh." His laughter, though seemingly suppressed, was deliberately audible. He knew exactly what he was doing—ensuring that everyone present heard it.
Not because he found Holak's words amusing, but because he took immense pleasure in watching Holak accumulate more enemies for himself. The more conflicts the man created, the more isolated he would become. And when the time was right, Sakar would strike.
"You have crossed the line, you filthy commoner!" A burst of black flames erupted in Caesar's palm as he shot forward, his killing intent surging toward the massive figure in the distance.
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