Bab 17: AWAKENING

Troy swiftly followed Zack, his eyes fixed intently on his every move. Marcy trailed behind, her curiosity piqued. "What's your plan, Troy?" she asked, her tone laced with skepticism.

"This is a direct confrontation," Troy replied, his voice low and intense. He quickly closed the distance between himself and Zack, pinning him to the wall. "Who are you?" he demanded, his anger palpable.

Zack's eyes darted towards Marcy, his expression a mix of fear and confusion. "W-what are you talking about?" he stammered.

Troy's grip on Zack's neck tightened. "Don't play dumb, Zack. I can sense the presence of a terror being from a mile away. Your petty disguise won't fool me."

Zack's demeanor shifted, and he flashed a smirk. "Must feel great being so great yet so hated. I've heard tales of you, Diavro, Ira, the spawn of the devil himself. Our father loves telling us those fairytales."

Troy's expression darkened. "I am no devil's spawn. Who sent you, and why are you doing this?"