Zarek Thunderclaw stood before Zeus, his expression a mask of fury as he glared at the man before him. The sight of Zeus's smug grin, so full of confidence and arrogance, only served to ignite Zarek's anger even further. He could feel his blood boiling, the rage simmering just beneath the surface, barely contained.
"So, you're the one who dares to disrupt the operations of our guild?" Zarek spat, his voice laced with venom. Each word was sharp, meant to cut and provoke.
Zeus's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Disrupt?" he echoed, his tone casual, almost dismissive.
"Of course not. I'm just a man who came here to claim what's mine—from the beasts I hunted, no less." There was a teasing quality to his voice, as if he found the whole situation amusing.
