"You should feel honored." Bai Zemin gave the woman in front of him a smile that was not a smile. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and said in a low voice, "You will be the first victim to fall before my sword.... I guess that taking the blood of a powerful Third Order warrior belonging to another world will be a good rite of passage, don't you think?"
Glineira frowned slightly and said nothing. Although it was hard for her to believe, the reality was that for some reason she suddenly felt a little uneasy; unease that was born from the young man's right hand in front of her .... No, rather; unease that was born from the hilt of the giant sword to which he clung.