"It's true, I'm a chalk of this history, so your threats cannot reach me now, Izek."
Lucas leaned his head closer and stared him straight in the eye. Without blinking or breathing in the air he was gazing into his soul.
The aura around them was like day and night, fighting for the survival of whoever would emerge first. The night may defeat the day before the sun shows its rays, but the sunlight will shine brighter, removing the stars and forcing the moon to sleep.
-You've grown balls." Izek's eyebrows drew together as he lurched back.
Lucas was already used to Izek's arrogant attitude in this place. He wasn't the first, nor the last, to speak to him like that.
In his world, people were arrogant and the never-ending competition of who got more money and was richer in life surrounded him every day.
