"What do you think of Roga's nurturers?"

Machado's voice echoed through the corridors of the night, overlapping deep and shallow echoes. He walked unhurriedly, the lower end of his scepter tapping rhythmically against the ground.

The subject of his questioning was a giant more than three meters tall. Even in the deepest part of the palace, the latter was still clad in golden armor, holding a sharp spear in his hand, and his gaze was unwavering.

There's no need to go through a more elaborate cuirass, or the iconic Sun God

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