"Sorry, but we can't tell you that." Casey said, her body physically obstructing Sunny's view of Arthur. Her voice, while still calm, held a new, unyielding firmness.
She had made a decision, not just to protect Arthur, but to hold onto the last vestiges of their mission's secrets, even if it meant facing this terrifying man.
Sunny's expression darkened, the amused curiosity replaced by a cold, sharp edge. "Normally, I don't ask... But because my daughter is here, I did. You don't want me to ask the hard way."
His words, devoid of any shouting or theatrics, was a silent threat that made every member of Casey's crew shiver. Arthur, in particular, felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. He was used to being the coward, the one who hid, but now he was the focal point of a demigod's attention.
{Name: Arthur Winston.}
{Race: Three-eyed race.}
{Bloodline: Grim Strike.}
{Rank: Grandmaster, Stage 5.}
{Strength: 1,000.}
{Agility: 900.}
{Stamina: 1,000.}
{Defense: 700.}
