The air on the platform grew heavy with bloodlust as Manu's attackers regrouped, their rage obviously boiled at his recovery.
Their eyes were filled with greed and determination, locked onto the glowing pillar at the platform's center.
It was evident that the pillar was sustaining him, fueling his resilience. The realization sparked a sinister hunger among them—they were no longer just trying to stop Manu but to claim his power for themselves.
Their confidence swelled as one of the attackers, a white-winged figure tgat descended from the sky, stepped forward with an object cradled in their hands.
It was an orb, shimmering like the surface of a moonlit ocean, exuding a divine presence that made even the strongest among them hesitate.
Manu's golden eyes narrowed, his smirk faltering ever so slightly. "A God's Tear?" he muttered under his breath, recognizing the treasure.
