"And they say I am evil," Razeal muttered coldly, his voice cutting through the howling wind as the last of the flying snowflakes settled from his landing. His dark black eyes, glowing faintly under the dim light of the frozen forest, looking silently toward the two figures standing ahead.
Ranguard's face twisted with anger. His killing intent spilled out like a suffocating fog, making even the snow in the air feel heavy. "Who are you to interrupt? How dare you… No. Wait." His eyes narrowed, recognition dawning. "You're that Virelan boy, aren't you?" His voice pausing.
But Razeal didn't even glance at him. The recognition, the frustration and threat.. it was all irrelevant. As if Ranguard didn't even exist, Razeal's gaze turned away, his boots crunching against the snow as he walked toward the collapsed figure lying paralyzed on the ground.
Nancy.
