"Don't worry," Kyone licked her lips, her gaze sharp as blades, "I won't break you… that badly. Don't you want to use your holy aura?"
Her voice was taunting, dripping with mockery, and it made Azel's blood boil.
Wasn't she supposed to be a goddess?
Weren't gods meant to be lofty, kind, and radiant?
This one only sneered at him and worse of all, she looked like a beast.
He hated to admit it but Nyala looked more woman-like than this man with breasts in front of him.
"I don't need it," Azel said flatly.
He sighed inwardly.
If she truly was a goddess, then yes — he would totally need it.
But there was no need to admit that aloud.
"Good," Kyone's smile widened. "Because I've restricted your ability to use it anyway."
Azel's face didn't flinch. He didn't know why but he had expected it.
There was no frustration,
No panic.
If anything, his eyes sharpened, crimson irises burning brighter beneath the endless snow.
That calm rattled Kyone more than anger would have.
