Pyris raised an eyebrow, his confidence returning as he gestured toward her. "Well, yeah. I think I deserve to know, considering you tried to squash me like a bug."
The tension in the room crackled as her gaze locked with his. Finally, she spoke, her tone heavy with disdain: "I am what mortal minds cannot comprehend—a relic of a time when gods feared the shadows, and mortals trembled at the whispers of eternity."
Pyris smirked, folding his arms. "Sounds fancy. Mind dumbing it down for me?"
Zara snorted, muttering under her breath. "He's going to get himself killed one of these days."
Lady Nysa's eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her expression.
She stepped closer, her radiant presence as commanding as it was overwhelming. "Thou art bold, boy. Tread carefully, for boldness oft leads to an early grave."
