"If you are shaken this much, have you finally lost the will to defy me? There exists a being who cannot yet use sorcery or magic, who has no means or knowledge to defend himself, yet if he grows, he will without doubt ascend to the same seat as the gods. And you would reveal that to the world? Would you tell the vile fools, who already claw and fight to possess the power and favor of Del Delatia, that now is their chance to strike?"
The weight of those dark violet eyes that was sharp and merciless, pressed down on Fenareth.
His black wings nearly folded in on themselves under the force, but he held his ground and forced words from his throat.
"Yesterday, with the explanation you gave me, I understood most of the situation. I won't raise my voice further. But… you know damn well you can't keep hiding this forever. You do understand that, right?"
