Asenya stood frozen in disbelief, her features hardening into a frown as Auren spoke. Having grown familiar with his silver-tongued nature, she wrapped herself in dark caution like a protective cloak.
A caution Auren either genuinely ignored or masterfully pretended not to notice.
If he were being truthful, Asenya's subtle pressure was slowly consuming him, beads of sweat trickling down his neck and dampening the collar of his improvised shirt.
Nevertheless, a clean and taunting grin adorned his face.
"...I died multiple times trying to kill that bastard. But death was on my side. In the end, victory came to me through the most handsome and evil foe of humanity."
Asenya remained draped in caution, arms folded across her massive chest. Her bold amber-gold eyes gleamed with a cold reflection of something vile and sinister that seemed to nest within her soul.
