Serius was standing a few meters away, his gaze still locked on the spot where Goram's head had exploded moments before.
There was no sound of impact, no wave of mana, not even any movement from Daniel. Just… death. So fast and absolute that even his analytical mind had been unable to process it for a few seconds.
"So if his father comes…" Then Daniel's quiet voice broke the silence.
His gaze fell briefly on the tree's fruit; a living, calm light that was now slightly larger than before.
"He could be the tree's next meal."
His tone held neither threat nor pride. As if he was talking about something completely obvious. It was this indifference that made Serius's facial muscles contract for a moment.
In his entire life, he had seen many arrogant people. Warriors who thought they were invincible. Madmen drunk on their power. But this man… wasn't even like them.
This was more like a being who truly believed that nothing in this world had the ability to threaten him.
