"I won't brag and say I fought against millions of monsters and crushed them," John began, his voice steady.
"I won't brag that I fought against flying Dragons and floating Galleons filled with Demons and won. I won't say I have thousands of giants exactly like Lanmar at my beck and call, waiting for a single order to swarm and kill anything I mark.
But let me tell you this... I know exactly how strong you are, and I know you can't stand at a fraction of what I can call forth."
The display of power was overwhelming. Nikolas had assumed the giant was John's trump card, his ultimate deterrent. But seeing these cannons, technology that should only exist in the hands of major Paragon factions or high-tier mercenary guilds, made him swallow the words he had intended to say.
John understood the psychology of the Military Department better than anyone. In this place, logic followed the path of the strongest blade. Talk was cheap; steel was the only currency that didn't depreciate.
