Brandon stepped forward, the air around him thick with bloodlust.
That step ensured that his shaky muscles all aligned with his will.
"Hey... Old man, thanks for the warm up. Now, let's try that again..."
With a single motion, he ripped his tattered shirt apart, exposing his battle-hardened muscles, each scar telling a tale of brutal fights survived. His breath was heavy, but his eyes gleamed with unshaken resolve.
The moment the knights and soldiers of the Holy Church saw him in this state, they instinctively backed away.
They knew this young master of theirs all too well.
Like anyone from the Temperance Family, Brandon was battle-crazed—a man who found ecstasy in combat, pleasure in pain.
And right now, the Chief Priest had awakened his madness.
Even the pirates watching from the shadows, though they did not fully understand, could sense it.
The knights of the Holy Church were retreating.
Something was about to happen.
