They passed under the iron gate without issue, Annie pausing to grab a sample on the way. Without a word, Liam stepped up beside her and grabbed one of the smooth spikes, tearing it off with minimal effort.
Charon watched with wide eyes, unable to believe that the man was able to sheer metal with a single hand.
The piece groaned, then snapped with a sound far too brittle for iron. It crumbled at the edges, flaking into ash that left streaks across Liam's palm. He smirked, rubbing the useless bits off while tossing the chunk to Annie.
"Weakest iron I've ever seen. Took barely any effort. I need a challenge or else I'll grow soft."
Annie smirked and placed the fragment in her pack.
"That's because you're more muscle than man, Liam. An ordinary person would have never been able to do that single-handed."
The brute scoffed.
"Sounds like a them problem."
