"Dark Flames." I called out, and true to my words, the flames birthed on my Wyvern Blade. There was a beautiful harmony to it, a dark unearthly flame ablaze on a blade that was all wyvern scales but the blade.
I felt the eyes of Suphas at me, and I returned the favor.
"You are a persistent stubborn one, like the fleas that wouldn't leave the city's inhabitants."
'The city's inhabitants? Oh…' I soon realized that it was referring to those that were of the city before it, before the appearance of the ghostwaves.
"Riddle me this. Who came first? The Emonis or the ghostwaves?" It asked with a voice that was as deep, and loud as ever that it might very well shake my bones.
'I'm under no obligation to answer that.'
We both remained silent, unmoving. Though I wasn't going to answer, I was more than curious about what the answer to the riddle was that I began guessing, but only within me.
