A new, gleaming sword was strapped to his back. Its intricate designs were clearly meant to show off his recent success.
Around him, his usual gang of henchmen flanked him. Their smug grins were as irritating as ever.
"Well, well," Xyron's voice dripped with mockery. "If it isn't the new superstar of Enders Light. How's life treating you after clearing the Swordking Dungeon, Aleman?"
August stepped forward boldly. "I don't have time for your nonsense today, Xyron. I'm busy."
Xyron's grin widened. "Too busy to talk to your fans? That's rude. My boys and I were just wondering how it feels to be in the spotlight. All that fame must get exhausting."
"Not as exhausting as listening to you," August shot back. "Now, if you'll excuse me…"
He stepped to the side, intending to walk past them, but Xyron's henchmen quickly moved to block his path.
"Come on, Aleman," one of them sneered. "Stay and chat for a bit. We're curious."