Blades of energy in the shape of a crescent moon flashed towards his neck, intending to kill him post haste.
The moment Torq's eyes shot open, he witnessed the attack, not having any capability to react, for he was currently a baby.
A literal baby born mere hours earlier!
Gua!
Echoed his voice as the attackers, simultaneously, got crushed by a group of people.
"My son!" Resounded the voice of a concerned mother who approached Torq and picked him up, hurriedly inspecting his condition before signing in relief, "He isn't hurt."
"Good!" Replied a gruff man who approached one of the dead attackers and crushed the latter's head, "The Varahan Empire has grown desperate."
"They're afraid of my grandson's potential and wish to kill him when he's just a bud." The more he spoke, the more the gruff man seemed to seethe in anger, until a minute later when he roared, "Who's there?"
"Your orders, father?" Two men kneeled at the room's entrance respectfully.
