The mist around the ruins began to part, as if nature itself made way for two forces about to collide.
Trek walked forward calmly, blood still dripping from his fingertips, marking a red trail behind him. His rock-hard muscles moved slowly beneath his dark skin, glowing faintly in the light of embers still smoldering.
"Well…" Trek finally spoke, his voice deep and heavy like an earthquake rising from the earth. "Normally I'm not one to talk a lot. But honestly, you're intriguing. You took down a whole battalion I sent—barehanded, no magic. Ha, Gorthar the god of battle must be proud."
The name—Gorthar, the legendary god of duels and combat, celebrated across the continent as an entity who would challenge and be defeated, only to rise again and challenge more enemies. He was the embodiment of persistence, honor, and madness in battle.
Ren remained still for a moment, adjusting his stance.
