"Brat, how many times did I warn you from reading that?" Gilthru glared in anger, "It's something created by our mortal enemy!"
"Are you sure about that, master?" Arnark tilted his head in confusion, "These stories are so awesome. How can someone that writes such great stories be evil?"
At his words, Gilthru was pissed. He raised his hand and pointed above the book, "Are you telling me you cannot see this Mental Energy stream?"
"I can see it, of course." Arnark nodded, "But, what's the harm in that? You're just being paranoid as usual, master."
"It seems I should teach you a lesson," Gilthru stated in anger as he raised his hand, intending to smack some sense into Arnark.
