In the grand hall, a deep, almost suffocating silence filled the space as the Ashura King and his trusted general steeled themselves, their massive forms brimming with a fierce resolve. Adams' gaze, however, held only a light, almost whimsical glint, as though the weight of the moment had little bearing on him. His relaxed stance, his ever-present smile—it was as if he were entertaining himself, standing at the precipice of battle with nothing more than mild amusement.
The Ashura King bared his teeth in a fierce snarl, his crimson eyes blazing with wrath. His six muscular arms stretched wide, fingers flexing around the hilts of his weapons. He wore no fear, only the proud confidence of a ruler who had long believed in his own invincibility. "You dare mock the power of the Ashura King?" he thundered, his voice reverberating off the hall's high ceilings, each word a challenge laced with fury. "Today, you will learn what it means to face a true warrior!"
