“There’s nothing you can bring out that will make me stop my…”

Anson was speaking with great conviction when his gaze flitted downward to see what Zion had brought out.

In an instant, the words died in his throat, and he said nothing further.

Anson was dazed for a moment and woodenly looked at the token Zion was holding.

Zion was afraid that Anson could not see it clearly, so he flipped it over once or twice to show him exactly what the token was.

Anson’s gaze unfocused as he was taken