As the confrontation between Vargus and Kaelithus reached a tense standoff, Aerandir, the celestial guardian, stepped forward, his expression a mask of fury. His elegant white armor gleamed under the moonlight, and his eyes burned with indignation. The air around him seemed to crackle with a palpable tension, a testament to his anger.
"How dare you reject my proposition?" Aerandir spat, his tone dripping with contempt. His voice, usually calm and composed, now carried a sharp edge of bitterness.
Without waiting for a response, Aerandir drew his light sword, the blade shimmering with an ethereal glow. With a swift, fluid motion, he lunged at Vargus, the sword cutting through the air with a deadly precision. The light sword, a weapon imbued with celestial energy, emitted a radiant beam that aimed straight for Vargus's heart.
