'Ice, I don't think we have much of a choice left,' Primal Arcane Flame said through divine sense. He was a handsome middle-aged man, dressed in red, tattered clothes, with red hair and hazy silver eyes. Blood dripped from his face and body as he blocked each of the Battle Ape Chief's punches.
'We knew this day could come ever since we hatched out of that egg. We've just been prolonging the inevitable,' Primal Mystic Ice replied. Unlike her counterpart, she was young and beautiful, with an angular face and luscious, ocean-blue hair that matched her loose hanfu. Her gilded eyes formed a great contrast with Arcane's silver. Stars continued to explode around Mystic Ice, but the two continued their conversation as if this was the last time they would be speaking.
'Is it really wrong to want to exist? Why is fate so unfair to us?'
