The night sky stretched vast and endless above the island, a glittering dome of stars sparkling under the moon's pale glow, casting a silver sheen across the restless ocean below. Alaric and I hovered high in the cool night air, our bodies suspended in a tense standoff, the air crackling with the raw energy of our clashing auras.
Alaric tilted his head, his red eyes narrowing as he looked down at me, his voice dripping with contempt. "Humans, you say?" he said, his tone sharp and mocking. "Weaklings that're worth nothing—that's all I see."
I shrugged, my black coat shifting as I leaned back slightly, my smirk fading into a bored expression, like I was about to explain something painfully obvious. "Listen here, alien," I said, my voice steady but laced with impatience as I prepared to set him straight. "This world is run by humans. Together, we create life, we build, we fight. Weak or not, every life has worth."
