DELPHIA,
Elvirita was witnessing the thick tension in the air which alerted everyone only to be greeted by the unforeseen hysterical man who grinned and appeared before her.
"Yo,"
Waving his hand, he greeted her politely and frowning, she moved back cautiously, hissing his name.
"Isadorian,"
"Are you here to kill me?"
He asked playfully, "Do you think I want to perish by hurting Darmiz's bride?"
Arching an eyebrow, not comfortable in the slightest in his presence, she asked cautiously.
"Aren't you going to fight?"
"No, I don't want to, not yet. Plus, their fight is going to cause enough damage."
Humming, he got down, waved his hand at her and began to walk away from her, happily observing the city and looking forward to its destruction.
She gulped, "Where are you going then?"
"Where else? I am going to see other's fight. What a thrilling moment, how can I possibly stay here?"
