It wasn't a place he recognized in the slightest; a tranquil shore with trees of yellow, sharp bark neighboring the sands. In the distance were mountains that reached to the clouds, seeming to surround the unknown territory like natural walls.
Altair watched the two stumble around the beach, folding his arms over his chest with a sigh as he called out, "Get it yet? You both don't stand a chance. Listen, I'm not a big fan of bloodshed, so I'll give you a chance. I'll go back to Frederick and tell him you both turned to mush after I dragged you away. You just need to stay clear of Velmusia. Sounds good?"
"Nope." Bastian firmly rejected.
"No." Gaston declined as well.
A clear vein awakened on the silver-eyed man's forehead as his expression grimaced, "Are you listening to reason at all, either of you? I'm being charitable here, you know! Let me put this into perspective for you one more time!—"
