Vargus looked up at Aerandir, who was flying gracefully in the sky, his wings beating with a rhythmic, almost hypnotic power. Aerandir's armor glinted in the light, and his serene expression contrasted sharply with the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Vargus," Aerandir called down, his voice smooth and almost casual. "To think that you have killed Kaelithus."
Vargus's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his sword. "He was weak," Vargus replied, his tone filled with disdain. "A coward who used his own followers to empower himself."
Aerandir chuckled softly, his smirk widening. "Weak, you say? Perhaps. But it still took all of your strength to bring him down, did it not?" His voice was laced with amusement, a hint of mockery in his tone.
Vargus's expression remained hard, unwavering. "Enough talk, Aerandir," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "If you think you can defeat me, then try it."
