The brief deathly silence was broken by Ragnar's low laughter. He gripped the hilt of the Burning Giant Sword, and the lava-like domain of flames swelled like breathing, emitting an even more scorching heat wave.
He looked Lynch up and down, as well as the ominously aura-emitting Destruction Golem behind him, his gaze carrying a predator's amusement and a hint of barely discernible greed.
"Heh…" Ragnar's lips curled into an aggressive smile, his voice like sandpaper scraping, "So young yet already mastering a domain, and capable of commanding such an interesting 'toy'… No wonder someone was willing to pay a fortune for your head."
"Saphiros Alsaas Diablo? Is that your real name? Sounds rather impressive." His tone carried undisguised flippancy and skepticism, as if mocking a clown putting on a show.
