"What does that even mean?" the man asked in confusion, unable to understand Astral's words.
His brows furrowed deeply, a puzzled expression crossing his face as he tilted his head slightly in the cosmic glow.
"It means you are a dead man," Astral answered, his voice steady and devoid of malice.
The words hung in the cosmic void, echoing faintly amid the swirling nebulae that painted the backdrop in shades of indigo and silver.
"I'm not going to let you have your way!" the elf screamed, his voice raw with defiance.
He lunged towards Astral, his movements fueled by rage, the starlight glinting off his daggers like fleeting comets in the endless expanse.
Astral didn't say anything. He simply snapped his fingers, the gesture sharp and precise.
A subtle crackle of energy rippled through the vacuum, invisible threads of power weaving through the space between them.
"Huh?" the elf muttered in confusion, his advance halting abruptly.
