"You want to kill me, right?"
Max's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
Cold. Sharp. Final.
He stood there, surrounded on all sides by the leaders of the Valora Continent—men and women hailed as paragons, as pillars of power.
But his eyes held no fear.
Only fury.
"Go ahead."
He spread his arms ever so slightly, as if welcoming their blades.
"Do it."
The stillness that followed was suffocating.
"I'll die if I have to," Max said, his tone low and unwavering, "but I promise you this—"
His eyes burned with savage determination.
"If I go down… every single genius here dies with me."
His words landed like a thunderclap.
Gasps echoed around the clearing. Some of the leaders staggered back in disbelief, as if struck by a force they couldn't comprehend.
They hadn't expected this.
They hadn't expected him.
Not like this.
"A Yellow Soul…" King Magnar murmured under his breath, his face darkened with unease.
