Zaleouis's eyes narrowed, his fury momentarily tempered by a cold calculation. He knew he was outmatched, at least for now. With a grunt of effort, he forced his anger down, schooling his features into a mask of begrudging acceptance. "Very well," he conceded, his voice a low growl. "I will leave. But mark my words, Sebastian, this isn't over. You've made a powerful enemy today, and you will regret it."
Lito didn't relax his grip, his wings remaining poised to strike. "Don't threaten my lord," he warned, his voice a menacing rumble. "Leave now, before I change my mind."
Zaleouis glared at Lito, then at Sebastian, who watched the exchange with an impassive expression. With a final snarl, the God King vanished in a swirl of dark energy, leaving behind a lingering chill in the air.
Lito released a pent-up breath, his wings slowly folding back into his body. He turned to Sebastian, his expression a mix of concern and relief. "Are you alright?"