Aaaninja's eyes shifted toward Kingsley, who had just spoken. His gaze lingered on the golden-haired, golden-eyed man floating calmly before him, as though attempting to peel away layers that refused to be revealed.
"Personally, I'm more curious about you," Aaaninja said thoughtfully. "I mean, you possess no mana, no other form of energy, or anything else that I can perceive, yet you still release power and explosive physical ability that defies everything this Galaxy is built upon." His eyes narrowed slightly, not in suspicion, but in genuine intrigue.
Kingsley fell silent.
For the first time since the conversation began, he seemed unsure how to respond. His expression remained neutral, yet the pause itself spoke volumes. Fortunately for him, Anthony stepped in at that exact moment, as though he had sensed Kingsley's discomfort before it could deepen.
