No Way Out?

Davis stared at Kronos Alistair, his eyes radiating a cold glare, which made the latter shudder ever so lightly before he lowered his gaze. He couldn't believe the sheer pressure the other party emulated on him while still being an Immortal King.

It felt unreal, making him wonder what his soul was made up of to be unleashing an aura equal to that of emperors or perhaps, even the heavens but he quickly denied the latter.

"… fine, the way I went about it is indeed wrong, but I don't think I have the patience to slowly court, gain her trust, make her leave her nest, and swear her allegiance to me in a few days, much less years. I'm only fifty, and I have already died thirty-seven times… thirty-nine if I include yours… and I'm still… a vir-"

Kronos Alistair's voice was low before he yelled out, spreading his hands.