Leroy, still holding her tightly, as though losing contact might undo all of this, turned to look at his ancestor fully for the first time. He, too, was startled at the resemblance, though Vaeronyx, radiant and otherworldly, seemed like the perfected version of everything Leroy carried in mortal form.
And then, in the same breathless hush, Vaeronyx straightened, shoulders settling with the gravity of a task he had nearly begged for.
"Do you want me to blow up the capital city? The palace of Dravenholt and Regis?" he asked with complete sincerity, as if it were the most reasonable first step toward setting the mortal world in order.
He had a purpose now, and he was ready to unleash centuries of restrained fury upon anyone who dared stand in the way of his blood.
