Lyerin stood his ground, with his sharp gaze unwavering as he stared down Velros.
His voice broke the silence, calm and laced with amusement. "Didn't you have an order to kill me first?" he asked, his tone casual yet biting.
His words hit their mark like a spear, striking Velros's pride. "Probably the reason why you're not attacking right now and was hesitant, right?"
Velros blinked, his hawk-like eyes narrowing at Lyerin.
The sharpness in his expression faltered for a split second.
Lyerin smirked, 'This bird's hesitation betrayed him already, is he really a leader? What a weak personality.'
However, he also knew he had struck a nerve.
The Jaldir leader didn't respond immediately, though the subtle twitch in his talons and wings was enough of a tell.
Lyerin knew he had just exposed a truth Velros wasn't prepared to admit: fear.
