Zeke stood calmly before them, his presence alone enough to still the whispers and murmurs. His eyes swept across the crowd of newly transformed Neo-Nephilims—men and women who had once been some of the strongest warriors of Murim, now stripped of everything they once knew and thrust into a new world where their very foundations had crumbled.
He spoke, voice calm and commanding, "You all must have a lot of questions for me. So go ahead."
There was a pause before Woong stepped forward. Despite the shift in reality, he still retained his towering physique, the aura of strength clinging to him like an old cloak. He scratched the back of his head, uncertain, then asked, "So… what do we even call you now? Heavenly Demon? Asuran Neo-Nephilim Primogenitor? Ryeong…?"
A small smile tugged at the corner of Zeke's lips, one of rare warmth. "You can call me Zeke," he replied. "It's my real name. The name I was born with, not one earned through titles or bloodshed."
