Kain could barely maintain his composure as he faced the imposing figure of Yanna.
He held Yara close, her small frame was honestly more reassuring as a shield than any enchanted weapon he'd have access to. Each second felt like an eternity, and Kain could almost feel the oppressive heat seeping into his bones.
Yanna's eyes seared into him as though she were trying to gauge the sincerity of his words—that he would truly not try to pry into the past.
Kain knew he was treading on thin ice, and the stakes were higher than ever. His and Yara's survival both depended on the outcome of this conversation.
"Please," Kain said, his voice steady despite the heat. "I don't need to know the exact source of the bloodline... maybe it happened due to the ingestion of something unusual that happened contain a bloodline. Although extremely rare, it isn't unheard."
