"What are you going to do?" Blob finally asked, breaking the silence that had been gnawing at the room. His small form drifted closer, eyes narrowing with worry. After a pause, he added carefully, "I'd suggest calming down first. Think through this situation properly before you do something reckless. That Lyra girl—whatever else she might be hiding—wasn't lying about the twin demons. If they're really at the peak of Mythic Rank, then you don't stand a chance. Not now. That's not an insult, Max—that's coming from me, someone who knows your full strength better than anyone."
Max turned his head slowly, his crimson eyes burning with a quiet, simmering rage. He stared at Blob as if the words were smoke drifting past him. Then, his lips parted, voice steady but sharp.
