"King Broken! Ha ha!"
Ronan stood tall, his hands planted firmly on his hips. His booming voice and fiery energy exuded a confidence that was impossible to ignore. From the way he spoke to his commanding presence, it was clear that he carried himself with unwavering self-assurance.
If anything, his personality was reminiscent of Booba or RememberMe—both equally vibrant and likely to create the same level of chaos if gathered together.
"You have no idea how thrilled I was when this alliance invitation came to us," he continued enthusiastically. "We started as a group of twelve players who loved exploring. Over time, though, only eight of us remained, and every one of them is now part of this guild."
"That's quite the introduction, Ronan," Broken responded. "You really give off the impression of someone born to seek adventure, driven by boundless energy."