His clear brown eyes almost seem to be clouded, his yellow wine gourd cracked. Then Loki looks at Morgana in disdain as he said
'It seems you forgot Morgana. You might be my teacher and you must think you can demand things from me but I don't recall that I'm such a generous person to treat the people I rejected twice so nicely.'
Morgana still look at Loki with that expressionless face, her hand itching to open the Investiture of the First Race.
Loki could see her thoughts. After all she used to be his wife. So, he only smirks. Unless Morgana wanted to suffer, she would not do any rash decision.
So, unconcerned with what Morgana would do, Loki smirked and said
'Just because I dint smite you two since the beginning don't think that I can't.'
'Lord Loki we only come to talk.' Louise said as he slowly tries to get up. Loki did not object anymore. The silhouette of Loki past appearance as a Sovereign slowly faded as the soul pressure slowly dissipated.
