"Y-you're an Immortal?"
Lady Serenya stuttered in absolute shock. This made no sense. Yes, she had seen Ross defeat her officials with absolute ease. However, things weren't adding up. She had been at the Venerable level for years. How did Ross become an Immortal so quickly?
Ross simply chuckled softly at her shocked words, his hands folded over his chest. "Sadly, this is your reality. Your forces never stood a chance."
Serenya looked around in frustration, taking note of the locations of her officials as her mind raced. 'I can try escaping, but to what end? We've already lost, and the boy has no intention of doing anything extreme.'
None of them had ever harboured thoughts of killing the other, so Serenya knew Ross wouldn't do anything. This was a territorial struggle, and there was no need to go too far; they had no such enmity.
