Zariel touched his chest, finding his heart pounding with a fear that seemed to echo from his blood. The sensation was so foreign he couldn't help but smile. The Hoarfrost Salamander lineage was pressuring his blood. Perhaps if not for his Astral Qi and the Stigma of the Black Heavens, he would have been made to kneel like the two behind to his left.
They couldn't have lasted longer than five seconds before the Hoarfrost Salamander frost-colored eyes recognized them as life forms, forcing them to be made to bow like lowly worms. Its inverted pupils settled on the Silver Devil, but against its expectation, the boy did not kneel, much less show fear.
Without hesitation, Zariel slid into the crator, to which the Salamander rested and sauntered forward. "Are you intelligent?" he calmly asked with a similar curiosity.