"If you understand, tell me what you would prefer. Me playing with you the entire day, or you watching me skin those old fools?" Eldarion asked, licking his lips as his hands trembled in impatience.
Annoyed at being ignored by his contemptible descendant, Selene floated forward, his tall stature emitting soft wisps of heat. As he moved, his long hair fluttered in the narrow corridor. Gradually, a bright, natural light commanding reverence and fear encased him, and his eyes burned like two suns. "So, I don't exist?" he questioned, his regal voice reverberating like a mandate.
Feeling the air crack under the scalding pressure, Eldarion gazed at the ghost he had dismissed earlier in a stupor.
"Who are you?" He asked, his excited trembling shifting to dread as he felt his mana being dwarfed by a burning colossus.
