Averon stood up.
Dust slid off his clothes as he straightened his back.
The smile was still there, fixed on his face as if nothing had changed, but his eyes were cold. They locked onto Isaac and didn't move.
"Are you angry?" Averon asked. The corner of his lips lifted into a twisted smile. "I felt the same when I found out about you."
Isaac didn't answer. He stayed where he was, eyes narrowed, expression cold. He was looking at Averon as if Averon was beneath him , and that seemed to irritate Averon more than any insult could have.
Averon took a step forward.
Then another.
His walk was slow at first, as if he wanted Isaac to feel the pressure of every step. His presence pressed outward, mana leaking from his body in waves. The ground beneath his boots cracked faintly, unable to fully withstand the pressure he was releasing.
