Aestrea's twin swords glinted under the dim light as he stared at the people in front of him.
He didn't flinch.
He didn't speak.
His breath was steady, his feet spread slightly apart, ready to move at any moment.
The air in the room felt heavier now, charged with tension and killing intent.
"You're out of your mind," Lord Vance growled, stepping forward.
His mechanical hand whirred to life, glowing faintly from the beams of energy pulsing through his chest.
His entire body seemed to vibrate with power despite his injury from Yara.
"You think you can take all of us by yourself?"
Aestrea's glowing crimson eyes didn't waver.
Instead, his lips curled into a faint smirk.
"I don't think," he said softly.
"I know."
Then, he moved.
BOOM!
The floor cracked beneath Aestrea's feet as he launched himself forward like a bullet, his twin swords flashing in the air.
