Nol's words were met with a tense silence that put Thomas on edge, his body instinctively ready to strike at the man in black.
The man in black stared coldly at Nol before silently crouching down, picking up Zoran's head with the black gloves he wore.
He placed it in his storage ring, that was slipped over the glove as if nothing were out of place.
Thomas had no idea how strong the man in black truly was.
He knew, at the very least, that he wasn't on Zoran's level—or so he believed.
But there was something off.
His battle sense failed to give him any real sense of the man's strength.
He knew Zoran, a Heptarch, was higher in rank within Neo Genesis, but strength didn't seem to dictate everything there.
If Azriel had been offered a position as a Heptarch, then power alone wasn't the only factor.
For all he knew, this man could be stronger than Zoran—who was a grade 2 saint, like Solomon.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Also, please give me all of those golden tickets and power stones you have hidden!