Mark met his gaze calmly, as if the chaos around him was beneath his notice.
"Just a little something," he said, almost gently. "A gift… to remind you who gave you those marks in the first place."
King Magnar's eyes flared with fury. Without hesitation, he blurred forward—his body vanishing in a flash as he crossed the distance in a heartbeat.
But before he could land a single blow—
Bang!
A massive shockwave exploded outward.
King Magnar's body was blasted backward, smashing into the far wall of the hall with a sickening crack. Dust and debris flew as stone cracked from the force of impact.
Gasps erupted.
Everyone stared in shock.
The strongest among them—King Magnar himself—had been thrown like a ragdoll.
And Mark hadn't even moved.
He just stood there, smiling faintly, eyes cold.
"King Magnar…" someone whispered in disbelief.
Palace Master Hugh's face was a storm of panic and confusion. "Son… what are you doing?!"
