The Clash Begins (2)

The tension in the air intensified, making the atmosphere noticeably heavier.

"Are you certain this is your choice? I can recall my forces this moment if you choose to surrender the Divine Artefact and Patriarch Rylan," Emperor Greroth's voice, as sharp as a blade, sliced through the silence, echoing across the surroundings as he fixed his gaze on Eleanora and Lazul.

His eyes lingered particularly on Eleanora, sensing something peculiar about her yet unable to pinpoint it.

Lazul snorted loudly. "You've shown great disrespect to Sleeping Fox Runaway City; mere pleasantries won't cleanse that. Furthermore, we now have the support of a force stronger than any Grade Two Runaway City could muster, let alone yours. So, the question should be mine: how do you wish to conclude this battle? Which of your gods' chosens will you send to their doom first?" he retorted.

The sharp wind whipped against his robe, causing it to flutter.