Averkane maintained a serene, enigmatic smile throughout the exchange. His demeanor puzzled both his enemies and his ally. It was impossible to decipher his intentions; his gaze shrouded in deliberate ambiguity.
The eerie silence of the sanctuary, broken only by the occasional warm breeze, hung heavily around them. There were no other souls present, just the glaring sun and the restless wind as their silent companions.
They stood motionless in the desolate, lunar-like landscape, the tranquility at odds with the intensity of the confrontation. The rhythmic flapping of Averkane's golden cape punctuated the tension, foretelling the bloodshed that was about to stain the scene with crimson and gold.
Soon, bodies—perhaps one, perhaps more—would fall lifelessly to the ground, their remains forgotten in this latest chapter of the conflicts between Genib and Arcadia.
