"My punches are light?" William grinned. "Is that supposed to be a joke? My fists are meant to protect my family. Anyone who dares to harm them would feel a world of pain."
Thirteen glanced at his own clenched fist before shifting his gaze to his opponent. William's fist hit hard. It was strong enough to break all of his bones. But, what of it? the teenage boy had endured more pain than the Half-Elf ever did which lasted through thousands of years.
"Fighting to protect someone is a good thing," Thirteen replied. "It brings out the hidden power they don't know existed within them. You are probably the strongest being in this world. In fact, it's not wrong to call you the Guardian of this world."
Thirteen then looked up at the sky, observing the power of faith still pouring onto William's body.
Earlier, the spectators weren't able to see it. But now, they could.
