"That's not cool, Anoj. Pointing your sword at me like that."
Jonah—no, Anoj—froze. His eyes widened in shock.
Vonn knew.
How?
He had crafted his story carefully, ensuring it was both believable and shrouded in mystery. Yet somehow, Vonn had seen through it.
It didn't make sense.
Even as he circled around Vonn, his mind raced.
Had his real purpose been exposed? Had his disguise failed?
Anoj's grip on his sword tightened. "You… know me?"
Vonn simply nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Then, in a swift motion, he summoned a blade of ice in one hand.
In the other, he reached through a paper-thin doorway that appeared out of nowhere—
—and pulled out a second sword.
Anoj's eyes widened further.
Flabbergasted. Agitated.
This… this wasn't normal.
If Vonn could do something like that, then he wasn't just a simple Hero.
