As soon as Rodriguez heard that the First Magi had prevented his father's demise, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He clenched his fists, stepping forward as he fixed his father with a piercing gaze.
"So, you were saved by the First Magi?" Rodriguez's voice carried an undertone of unease, but his expression remained firm. "Then tell me... are you part of what's happening in the kingdom right now?"
The man before him—the one known as 'The Reaper' in his time—let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly as if amused by the question. But he did not answer. Instead, his dark eyes gleamed as he took a step forward, the weight of his presence filling the hallway like a black void.
"Wait, do you really believe this question of yours? Hilarious. Besides...."
"Hand it over," he said in a tone that left no room for negotiation. "The Abyss Blade. Give it to me."
Rodriguez didn't even hesitate. "Not happening."
"Not happening huh? Well I kind of expected this answer."
