Chapter-217
As soon as Grok uttered the lie, Anon summoned his sickles and vanished from his original position, reappearing behind Grok, both sickles pointed at his neck.
"You!!! Do you realize that I am an Honorable king of one of the seven continents?" Grok spoke with fear permeating his voice.
"That tone of yours betrays your fear. You know that right now, you can't do anything. But should my mood change even slightly, killing you would be effortless. Your head would become a decorative trophy for my house. So, the next time you speak, be mindful of your words, or your cute little neck may find itself in dire straits." Anon's voice carried a weight of gravity and grimness. The sickles remained fixed at Grok's neck, not budging an inch to allow any escape.