The core glistened a sinister red, emitting an unmistakable aura of a mana beast, a power so terrifying it pressed on Ryan and Cecil like a devastating weight of complete and utter hopelessness, a drastic feeling of inability to fight, to live.
"It's...just a core," Ryan muttered, his grip on the hilt of his daggers releasing.
"Yeah..." Cecil agreed, her hand moving away from the knife. Her eyes shifted to the leader, who was now more terrified than before. "How...how did you get this?" she asked, her voice laced with shock and confusion.
"Listen, you can have everything, but not that...you can't take that!" the king trembled and shouted, fear evident in his voice—a different type, not of Cecil or Ryan, but of something else.
"Answer her question!" Ryan's shout caused the king's body to jolt, sweat covering his entire form.
"It was sold to me by the First Order, for a ridiculous amount," the king confessed.
