Vyrena shuddered. The power and command in his voice was incredible! She had never felt anything like it before. When Pigeon warned her to stay away, he had every reason to do so.
Vyrena knew this was an opponent she was not capable of bringing down. At the very least, not yet. Seeing such an enemy before her did not make her cower in fear. No, it ignited a fire in her heart.
She wanted to become stronger.
Willow stood back up. She wiped away the blood stain on the side of her lips.
"He makes me stronger," she argued.
She was fearful of his rage ever since she was young. But still, she had bravery and courage within herself.
The Arantaur shook his head, "No, he makes you weak. He makes you pathetic. With him by your side, you can never return to my side. You can never become an Immortal,"
With that, he turned away from her and walked away.
