"You have done something very wrong, young man."
Elian stared at the huge figure before him, his whole body trembling. This was a man who had seen every one of the gods rise, seen every one of the great heroes die a painful death, created by the Creator himself to be a watchman, and fulfilled his duty.
This man was Ronald himself.
Ronald's eyes were different than they normally were, glowing with a crimson colour, the wrinkles in his face and the furrows in his brow told you how angry he was.
He grabbed Elian by the throat and lifted him upwards.
Elian struggled in agony and tried to break free from Ronald.
