The moment Kael saw the figure clearly, something inside him tightened and his calm expression finally cracked as a faint tension appeared in his eyes.
For the first time since the battle began, he had to admit something he never wanted to accept.
He was actually scared.
In all his life, there was only one fucking person Kael was afraid of, and that fear had nothing to do with strength or overwhelming divine pressure but everything to do with unpredictability.
His gaze fixed on the figure standing in the shattered sky while holding that massive war hammer as if it weighed nothing, and the surrounding space still trembled from the force of his arrival.
A bald head, a rough and careless posture, and an aura that did not feel stable at all.
The God of War.
Kael's jaw tightened slightly as memories surfaced whether he liked it or not, and irritation mixed with that faint fear that he could not suppress.
This bald donkey.
