I raised my sword, its edge trembling slightly in the open white room. My confidence swelled despite the exhaustion on my body.
"Yosh... I can do this," I said, a faint grin spreading across my face.
"You can't," she said flatly.
Nebula's voice cut through my resolve like a whip.
"Huh? Why not?" I turned to look at her, confusion etched on my face.
"Because they're much stronger than you," she said, her gaze fixed on the two figures ahead of us.
One of them, a hulking man with rippling muscles and arms folded across his chest, scoffed loudly. "Pathetic. So, this is the company you've chosen, Nebula? A weakling who will destroy our family name?"
Family name? My grip on the sword tightened as I turned to Nebula for answers, but she stepped forward before I could speak.
"Back off, brother. We're not here to fight you. We need to see Father," she said firmly, her tone sharp as a blade.
