บท 235: The Church (5)

"Whoa, so cool!" The sound of admiration rippled through the hushed crowd like a gentle breeze, briefly breaking the tense aura that had enveloped the room.

"Are they weak? Are they weak?" The curious query sprang from the lips of another child, this time a young elven girl with enchanting blue eyes that sparkled with innocent wonder.

Damien tilted his head slightly, adopting a contemplative expression. "Hmmm... are they weak?" He pondered her question for a fleeting moment, his features transforming into a thoughtful mask. And then, as if struck by a brilliant idea, his face brightened with a contagious enthusiasm. "Of course not! They are incredibly strong, no doubt about that. But fear not, my young friends, for I am stronger than all of them combined. I could crush them with my bare hands," he declared, patting his biceps in a mock display of strength.