Aliac paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the man before him. The threat didn't seem to faze him. Instead, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"You wouldn't dare," Aliac retorted, his voice filled with confidence. "You may be powerful, but you know that I have something you want. Something that you need."
The man's expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "And what might that be?"
Aliac took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, persuasive tone. "Knowledge. Secrets that even you don't possess. I can give you the answer that you've been searching for a long time."
"And what answer would that be?" The man asked, his voice turning colder.
"The whereabouts of Chaos." Aliac smiled. However, as soon as he finished, he felt a gust of wind fly past him.