Of course, Auren was not just offering to do something blindly because of emotions. He was sinister but he was not wicked. Maybe, he was a little wicked too. But not to the point where he'd watch his defenseless companions suffer against something he could have protected them from—and not at the expense of himself.
A second later, though, Auren almost regretted his decision.
His armor slithered up his skin like liquid shadow, but before his helm could fully cover his head, a gust of ashes blew into the chamber, crashing behind him. Instantly, he bowed his head and gritted his teeth as searing pain bit into his exposed neck like hot fangs. But before the agony could stretch any further, his Sinister armor had already sealed around his entire head and neck.
He was still clenching his jaw from the burning pain though.
Meredith stared at him with something swimming in the depths of her violet eyes, but Auren raised his head and waved dismissively before she could speak.
