Hearing Diomedes' words, Drost's eyes suddenly widened: "You..."
But before he could say anything more,
the surrounding light dimmed abruptly.
The sunlight of three in the afternoon vanished in an instant, as though curtains had been drawn, and it was even getting darker still.
As everything around became dim, only Diomedes himself began to emit a bright glow. It was like lighting a candle in the darkness of a power-outage stormy night, gradually illuminating everything around once again... only, the lifeless objects all turned grey and white, as if aged like old photographs.
With his hands behind his back, standing motionless, Diomedes watched Drost without expression.
A dull yellow flame suddenly ignited in the depths of his eyes. That flame rose only for an instant before it froze, as if the pause button had been pressed, solidified.
Under the old Elf's gaze, Drost's movements began to slow gradually.
