"Take my hand," Sol extended his hand to Cecelia and the woman paused with her breath hitched and stiffened, she stared at his fingers hesitantly praying that this was not some elaborate and deviant trap to kill her, and then she reached out and took his hand.
"You..." Captain Stark finally found the courage to breathe after being too stunned to speak when she came face to face with the being who had earned the fear of the very foundation she existed for. "You won't win!" She snapped, standing from her seat in a similar manner to how General Flint had rushed from his and drawing her sword. "The Emporium-"
"-Is not even my greatest concern currently," Sol chopped into her declaration, releasing Cecelia's hand and looking at her. "I know this'll be hard for your one-tracked minds to grasp, but currently there is another like myself who seeks to destroy everything the light touches."
