Controlling the Stronghold

 "Not fighting?" Zar muttered in a daze.

Zar didn't seem to expect Maximus to refuse his challenge.

Seeing Maximus couldn't bother to pay attention to him, Zar felt bored.

"What a bore~."

With no one to fight, Zar could only stare into the void, scanning for any sign of a Dark Beast.

As for the core of the stronghold, it had long left his mind.

Even so, the secret prodigies vying to become the stronghold's leader didn't dare to move forward.

What a joke—with Zar around, becoming the leader was akin to painting a target on their back.

Who knew if this beast was bored and challenged them into a fight?

They might be killed the next second, incurring his wrath.

Soon, with no one taking control, the Skjǫldrún Stronghold remained stationary.

"It seems no one wants to take the blame. How about I control the stronghold, Father?" Liam asked with interest.