"Why, I wonder? Perhaps I should give you a demonstration, a little bout to prove these old bones haven't lost their edge. Would that convince you of my enduring strength, hmm?" Victor's voice dripped with playful sarcasm as he cast a domineering gaze upon Zen, who had just expressed doubt about his ability to assist with mundane tasks.
Zen fell silent the moment his grandfather spoke. He understood all too well that his grandfather's words were never hollow threats; they always carried weight. Instinctively, he sought refuge beside Hera, knowing it was the safest place to be at that moment.
