The pale elf before me spoke with a hint of teasing, as if coquettishly addressing someone else, even though the Dragon Emperor and he were both male.
But this coquettishness did not induce disgust or excitement, only a chill of terror, as if the bottomless Abyss itself was whispering to the onlooker standing on its edge.
The Dragon Emperor did not answer the other's question; even though his greatest secret was exposed, and even though there were no others around, this was a question he would absolutely not answer, much less admit to.
The Power of Time was ineffective against this pale Elf, which meant, undoubtedly, that he was the incarnation of a Deity.
The chilling sensation was the effect of the Divine Power leaking from the Deity, but the Dragon Emperor could not guess who this Deity might be, not right away at least.