Richard moved his hand a couple of times, and then looked at Daimon.
"Kid, what kind of hellish training did you gone through to get that amount of strength while not being a knight… perhaps being a variant gave you a special muscular constitution, but even a knight at your age wouldn't be that strong".
Werewolves had innate strong bodies, but not to the point that Daimon was showing, luckily Aura had already thought about that, Daimon took out the shackles of despair form his storage ring and threw them to Richard.
The sudden increase in weight which he wasn't expecting, made Richard's eyes widen, he looked at the number on the shackles and he nearly forgot how to breath.
"1T", Richard looked at Daimon, he had four shackles on his hand right now, which meant the kid in front of him trained using four tons as weights.
