"My name is Achilles…
…what is yours, Young Warrior?"
The name sounded incredibly familiar to Rhys, but he couldn't quite remember where he had heard the name before—but even then, however, the name held a certain weight that caused Rhys to just stand there; his eyes, looking at Achilles from head to toe.
Rhys stared at him for a while before letting out a sigh and shaking his head.
"Rhys Wilder," Rhys muttered—a little conflicted with what was happening. Seeing it from an outside perspective, wouldn't he almost be seen as the villain?
He was so busy fighting with Achilles that he did not even notice that an innocent bystander was about to get squashed because he couldn't control his strength and knocked down a pillar.
