Vyrn's gaunt face twisted in a rare flicker of surprise, white blood dribbling from his split lips as he spat it out in a fine mist that hung in the void like ghostly vapor. The hollow sockets of his eyes narrowed.
"You're much stronger than Ninth Calamity..." he rasped, voice flat but edged with the first hint of strain.
Ash smiled as his wounds healed to peak condition.
"Oh… right, your info is a bit outdated," Ash chuckled, voice light and mocking as he rolled his shoulders, twelve wings unfurling slightly to stretch the space around him.
He began to get more serious, the playful lilt sharpening into something predatory.
"Outdated?" Vyrn echoed, rising brow the only expression cracking his emotionless mask.
By now, he knew Ash had to be Stellar Sovereign—perhaps Peak—but he couldn't read him whatsoever. It was like a fateless void around Ash's presence, a blind spot even for his hollow senses.
"What are you?" He asked in genuine curiosity.
