Stark and Sora stood side by side, watching the dust settle after the moons had fled
Stark, his body still pulsing with the remnants of his aura, gestured toward Sora, "Let's go," and she quickly followed.
"What was that?" she asked as she approached him.
"Giant spear," Stark shrugged.
All of the participants just watched him as he entered the village, not doing anything themselves, too surprised.
They knew one thing for certain, though: they shouldn't try to attack Stark if he had such an attack in stock.
Maybe he even had another?!
There were too many risks, and if they wanted to get rid of him, it would be by ambush.
At least... that is what they thought until one of them finally broke the silence.
Miles Volkov, the businessman smoking on his cigar, suddenly laughed loudly, causing everyone, including Stark and Sora, to turn around.
"Hahahaha!"
"What's so funny?" Stark raised his eyebrows.
