"Fatigue?" Darius parroted, as we all looked at the ancient shadow of the empire in undisguised perplexity.
"Are you saying that he's been laid so low... because he, a second gated demi-God, who can remain awake for weeks on end with little care, was just... tired?!" Horus asked in disbelief.
"...Yes." Isaac replied, aware how ludicrous his words were.
"Shade Corps Commander, it seems your reliability has taken a such severe blow in these past few months, that you can't even distinguish worthless drivel from truth anymore; or have you grown so comfortable with your current position that you no longer feel the need to break sweat toiling for the empire?" Darius ruthlessly criticized the distinguished elderly assassin, as his cold eyes bore into him like the venomous fangs of a malicious serpent tearing into tender flesh.
