As they walked, Ty tried to understand this world better. "So why do so many people hate you? The Waddle guy was ready to put a piece of wood in your head."
Rusuf looked slightly off-guard by the directness. "Straight to the heavy questions, huh? You know, you're the one who's going to be answering questions to the media right?"
"I'm sure, by now, you've realized the kingdom's iron grasp on the world has cracks. Though, I'm not convinced a rule enforced by combat is sustainable.
Nonetheless, I serve the kingdom, and my abilities are at its disposal, all in the hope of eventually finding some form of peace."
His words showed a man caught between duty and a longing for harmony in a world defined by conflict.
"But I want you to fill me in on everything. Help me understand your situation better," Rusuf urged, seeking clarity in a world muddied by shadows and half-truths.
Ty gave a dry laugh. "More inclined to believe me now that Erebos made his appearance, huh?"
