The air between us thickened with tension, each step drawing me closer to Nebula's brother. His fists radiated a powerful golden aura, the sheer heat of it distorting the white space around us. I, however, moved with casual ease, my hands loose by my sides, my eyes fixed on him.
His glare was unwavering, like a predator sizing up its prey. But I wasn't intimidated—I was curious.
"Before we start tearing this place apart," I said, breaking the silence as I came to a halt, "tell me, what's your name?"
For a moment, he said nothing, his glowing fists clenching tighter. Then, his voice rumbled, deep and sharp. "It's Heracle."
"Oh..." I nodded slowly. "Good to know."
From the corner of the room, Gram let out a low chuckle, the sound laced with mockery. "It doesn't matter what his name is," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back with a smug grin. "Zero will die here today."
