"You do realize that they can still be attacked by the Twilight Twins' minions without even being in the same domain, right? That's how the Northern Cartel dispels their enemies, all whilst your father stays back in his comfy old home…"
"Yes, but there's a significant difference between minions and a general issuing orders to their troops. I would assume that minions are bound to their master's influence and cannot stray far without losing their connection or purpose."
The dragoness shook her head in dismay at the clueless Viceroy, earning a glare from him.
"Oh, you poor sweet summer child… There's a reason why those who can conjure up minions are considered to be 'deities' in their original world."
"Their minions can appear anywhere in the world that their master has awoken in. Even if there are limitations, the minion can still appear but it wouldn't be as strong."
"I see… As for our next step of action? Which twin shall we subdue first?"
"I would have to pick up a sassy lost bunny first before we can confirm which temple to trample. But I am hoping to meet Solaris; her way of subduing others is rather peculiar."
The Viceroy shrugged casually, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he began to don his bulky armor. The sound of metal plates clinking together filled the air.
His nonchalant demeanor seemed out of place with the gravity of their situation, leaving the dragoness puzzled.
She watched in bemusement as Zenos methodically fastened each piece, the intricate design and heavy weight of his armor starkly different from the fluidity and grace of her own. His actions were almost routine as if the armor was a second skin.
The juxtaposition of his imposing, rugged gear against her refined, dark ensemble only deepened the sense of intrigue and curiosity in Mavislin's mind.
"I'd like to challenge you to a friendly duel," said Zenos, as he pulled his scythe out from the wall.
Mavislin's initial shock quickly melted into a wide, confident smile. With a decisive tap of her left foot, her attire shimmered and transformed, her casual dress morphing into a formidable suit of battle armor.
The new armor was a striking blend of deep purple and jet black, its intricate design reflecting both elegance and menace. The black base was adorned with swirling patterns of violet, creating an almost hypnotic effect.
A prominent motif of gorgons, with serpentine details and fierce, glaring eyes, was embossed across the chest plate and shoulders.
Each element of the armor seemed to whisper of both danger and power, catching the light with a glimmer that added to its intimidating allure.
The armor's sleek, form-fitting design allowed for agile movement, while the layered plates and reinforced sections provided both protection and flexibility.
As Mavislin moved, the armor's reflective surface shifted subtly, adding to its ethereal and otherworldly appearance.
Zenos's gaze lingered on Mavislin's transformed armor, captivated by how perfectly it adorned her. The seamless shift from her casual attire to the imposing battle gear was nothing short of mesmerizing.
The armor, with its dark and elegant design, seemed almost to blend with her natural grace, making the transition appear effortless and striking.
The sight stirred something in him, a thrill that sent a shiver down his spine. It was an unsettling sensation, yet one that carried a strange and exhilarating positivity.
The armor didn't just fit her; it seemed to amplify her presence, turning her into a vision of formidable beauty and latent power.
"Are you continue staring me down or are we going to find a stage for our little duel?" asked Mavislin as she walked over to the door.
"Ah, I have just the place for our duel. Follow me—let's head up to the rooftop."
Mavislin trailed behind the Viceroy, her smile widening with each step as they meandered through the labyrinthine corridors and ascended the elegant spiral staircases.
Her excitement grew palpable with every turn they took, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. As they approached their destination, the grand double doors loomed ahead, their ornate carvings hinting at the majesty beyond.
The dragoness paused a respectful distance behind the Viceroy, her breath caught in her throat as Zenos positioned himself before the towering doors. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he effortlessly pushed open the heavy, intricately adorned gates.
The doors creaked open to unveil a breathtaking spectacle. Before them lay an enchanting garden, a verdant oasis brimming with vibrant flora. Sunlight filtered through a canopy of lush trees, casting dappled patterns on the cobblestone paths.
Exotic flowers in a riot of colors bloomed alongside meticulously manicured hedges, their sweet fragrance mingling with the crisp, fresh air.
Elegant marble fountains trickled serenely in the background, their gentle murmurs adding a soothing melody to the scene.