Blocking the moon's light, a figure rode on pitch-black chains. Grating sounds of metal chimed as dark miasma descended.
Such scenes reflected in Amilia's eyes, and she declared,
"You have been too flashy recently," she scoffed. "Taros, you're here to battle, not to participate in circus acts."
The chain array divided, and Taros marched forth in slow strides.
"Dear little Amilia, your way of speaking is very rude," he said, overlooking the street from above. "How have you survived to this level with this kind of arrogance? The Aêther favors you quite well.
"Favor. Jealous perhaps?"
"No, just peeved that a stupid wreck has lived so long. A traitor with fickle allegiance and ideals."
"I betrayed those ideals the longer I stayed as one of you. Antonio's dogs."
Taros' eyes narrowed, intent to murder rising within. "Then stay forever in a casket for this false world you chase."
