"Handover all the tokens!" That person demanded. "If not, I'll be forced to use force."
The voice was filled with arrogance and pride, but if one paid attention closely, they'd notice the slight trembling. It was as if the owner of the voice was forcing themselves to appear dominant but failing miserably.
Of course, Nyx was anything but panicked. She was calm and composed, looking at the newcomer with disinterest in her eyes, as if this person wasn't even worth her time, something that greatly irritated the other person. Anger filled their eyes, they gritted their teeth and shouted in a deeper voice.
"Didn't you hear me! I said hand over all your tokens this moment." He summoned his golden-encrusted sword and pointed it threateningly at Nyx. The sword was encased in golden light, and the golden light seemed to pulse from the blade to their body, forming a sort of protective armor.
