Zevran hovers above the ruined battlefield, wings beating slowly as dust and poison haze drift below. His eyes remain fixed on Stegran, who is still kneeling in the heart of the crater, one hand braced against shattered stone.
Zevran knows it.
As much as he hates to admit it, he cannot kill this human right now.
If he pushes Stegran any further, if he corners him completely, this man will drag everyone below peak Tier 6 into the grave with him. Human or monster, ally or enemy, it won't matter. Stegran is that kind of existence, the sort that turns defeat into mutual destruction.
Zevran exhales through his nose, a low rumble echoing in his chest.
"Tch…"
He descends a little, landing at the edge of the crater. The ground groans under his weight.
"I suppose," Zevran says calmly, "it's time for our play."
Stegran lifts his head slightly. Blood runs down his chin, mixing with poison that smokes where it touches the ground. His eyes narrow, sharp despite his injuries.
