"I told you... Trying to change your fate is futile," came the deep, calm voice, rumbling authoritatively from above.
Raziel slowly lifted his eyes, only to be met with the colossal, glowing crimson eyes of Drakaris, partially obscured by the swirling mist, gazing down at him with an enigmatic presence. But now this presence seemed as cruel as ever.
Regaining his composure, Raziel stood up, his fists clenched in a mixture of anger and resentment, "No... you must have done something to corner us again... to make me fail," he accused, his voice laced with a mix of defiance and desperation.
"I have no reason to nor will I interfere, as I told you," Drakaris responded, his tone unwavering and matter-of-fact, as if stating an indisputable truth while not taking offense at his accusation.
