'What in the bloody Borderland is going on?!' Atrox thought with surprise. Everything happened so fast that he didn't have time to process it, and he couldn't even react.
'Arvas tried to kill me, but Kren stopped him. Didn't the bastard want me dead anyway? Oh, he didn't want my essence to go to waste!'
"What are you trying to do, Arvas? Did you just try to kill the sacrifice? The biggest one there?" Kren asked casually, his eyes shining with some kind of feverish light.
Arvas's face tightened. "Cut the shitty pretense, Kren. We both know you're not here for the Nyxori! Not for us—me!"
'Well. This is...' Atrox couldn't believe his eyes. What exactly is going on now? Kren was pretending? About what?
Kren smiled, like a wolf. "Whatever you think you know, trust me—you really don't know anything. Now, step back, and maybe I'll pretend this didn't happen. I might even let you live."
