Even Maena was mused seeing Lorryll. He wasn't the type to show such petty behaviour, but now he was going all out on a young man because of the drake. She could tell it was hurting his pride as the drake didn't choose him.
Maena, standing a short distance away with her retina, showed no signs of faltering. She observed the display with her characteristic cool detachment, her black-silver hair gleaming in the fading sunlight. If anything, a faint smirk played at the corner of her lips, as though she found the entire scene mildly amusing.
Lorryll narrowed his eyes, directing the full force of his aura at Jolthar. The energy, wild and untamed, surged like a raging beast, seeking to crush the man who dared defy him.
Yet Jolthar remained still, his expression unyielding.
The storm of aura whipped around him, but it might as well have been a summer breeze for all the effect it had. His calm demeanour only seemed to stir Lorryll's fury further.
