The noisy crowd grew eerily silent as Akirion faced Shin, every eye fixated on the tense standoff before them. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, yet an almost palpable stillness hung in the air. It was as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the first move, sensing that this battle was about more than just strength—it was a clash of wills.
Akirion's eyes narrowed sharply, reflecting a mixture of focus and curiosity. His voice cut through the silence, calm yet edged with intensity. "So, what are you up to? My mind's been racing, trying to track down your objective. I think it's better to just ask you outright."
Shin scoffed, processing the question with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Your question's a bit funny, don't you think?" he retorted, a sneer curling on his lips.
Akirion remained unmoved, simply shaking his head in silent acknowledgment as he continued to stare at Shin with unwavering intensity.
