"$#&."
"REJECTION."
"What do you mean?"
"#@#@&@!"
"THERE IS NO CAUSE FOR NEGOTIATION. YOU ARE THE HUMAN CALLED THE DEVIL TONGUE. YOUR SPEECH IS A WEAPON. THE BEST WAY TO DENY YOU THIS WEAPON IS TO AVOID ENGAGING YOU AT ALL. THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE RESPONSE IS TO FIGHT!"
Damn, the Distance Shaper was unwilling to play into Ves' plans!
If they started to talk, then Ves could distract and stall the orven phase lord to the point where the powerful orven phase lord no longer rendered any assistance to his fellow peer.
Obviously, the Distance Shaper saw through this scheme and denied Ves at the first step.
In the next second, a fairly strong spatial storm erupted all around Ves!
Many of the nanomachine plagues that formed his raiment started to get torn apart from all of the violent spatial activity!
