He stopped it.
He hadn't swung with his full strength, but it was far from a light blow. And yet Sylas had blocked it with just one hand, completely unfazed, even now as Ragnar strained against him.
Usually, when weapons or bodies clash with equal force, a vibration ensues. But here, there wasn't the slightest tremor.
Is he overpowering me with strength alone? With such a small frame?
Ragnar felt a wave of exhaustion. Just how much had Sylas gained from obtaining the Dragon's Heart?
Sylas gently pushed Ragnar's fist away and spoke calmly.
"It's you who's overestimating yourself."
"…"
"Did you think you were chosen by the gods? You might be a hero of this era, but that doesn't make you the center of the world."
So accept that there are those above you.
"For example, someone like me."