Emir remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the man standing before him.
The relics surrounding them seemed insignificant at that moment.
Breaking the glass protecting those items would require considerable effort, even for a Paladin-ranked ascendant like him.
So his sole concern was shielding his mother from what she was about to witness.
"Mom, close your eyes," he commanded, his voice low and steady, as he maintained an unwavering gaze on his potential adversary.
The man stood unmoving, his attire a sharp contrast to the tension in the air.
Clad in a tightly fitted black suit that accentuated his out-of-shape physique, he appeared like an ordinary wealthy businessman, his wealth extending only to his expanding waistline.
Emir watched as the man's hand moved, positioning itself to retrieve something from the suitcase he held.
But before he could make a move, Emir's voice boomed with a warning:
