The Cracks Behind the War God
Far away from Tyson Family in road between open field a car possession is ongoing in one of center of car Stefan sit with elder smith cheery and driver.
After leaving the Tyson Family, Steffan was in an extremely foul mood.
The convoy of black vehicles moved steadily along the long countryside highway. Vast green fields stretched endlessly on both sides of the road, swaying beneath the afternoon wind. The sky above was clear, yet the atmosphere inside the luxury sedan felt suffocating.
No one spoke.
Only the quiet hum of the engine echoed through the cabin.
Steffan sat in the center seat, his face dark.
His fists remained tightly clenched on his knees.
The veins on the back of his hands bulged slightly.
Every bump on the road seemed to irritate him further.
He had miscalculated.
Completely.
He thought that with his invincible Gold Realm power, he wouldn't need any schemes and could easily crush his opponents with sheer strength.
