His dark eyes glittered with amusement that didn't reach any deeper than their surface.
"I would have loved an invite to come watch the lives of Dross play out their little dramas. Is it possible for me to come in?"
...!
The moment he spoke, the Saint of Stone became increasingly somber in her calmness, her stellar eyes hardening into something that looked less like stars and more like weapons being drawn from sheaths.
The Holy Daughter actually rose to her feet, her wing-shaped pupils blazing with a flash of anger that she couldn't entirely suppress.
Around the temple where they sat, the four guards that stood at the gateways instantly snapped to attention, their postures shifting from ceremonial stillness to combat readiness in the space between heartbeats. Rivers of Mana began to burn around them, the energy visible as flowing streams of pale light that wrapped around their bodies and their metal weapons alike.
