As Eunid dismounted, Kael Bloodrend's deep chuckle rolled through the tense silence, his scarred face twisted into a smirk as he strolled forward. His eyes were sharp with disdain, giving Eunid a look of blatant contempt. Kael's posture held none of the deference that was due to an heir of a Holy Church family; to him, Eunid was little more than an amusement—a naive upstart in the face of overwhelming power.
"So, tell me, little prince," Kael drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "Have you come to surrender? Or did you think you'd come and bow at my feet before I crush the Diligence family under Chastity's heel?"
Eunid held Kael's gaze, an easy smirk of his own playing across his lips. "Not quite. I came to see who dared lead this armada of the Chastity family. Thought I'd offer you one last chance to turn back—an opportunity for you to surrender while you still can."
