Fire and Shadows [Part-2]
Leon moved forward, darkness creeping and twisting up over his boots like living ink, insinuating itself closer with an unsettling slowness. "A type you won't live long enough to comprehend," he told her, and there was no cruelty in his voice, only the icily absolute certainty of fate.
"Who… who are you?" Loret croaked, the words barely making it across the tension that made the air between them feel heavy.
Leon's smile grew sharper, icy and deadly, curving in cold amusement. "Future King of Vellore.
The proclamation fell heavier than any curse, overwhelming against Loret's chest more brutally than ever the black spear might. Horror and incredulity contorted his face as he stumbled, his shaking hands at his sides. Then, with a smooth motion, Leon's sword glittered into existence, black and purple light dancing along its length, hungry for the moment it would savor triumph.
