Sael's amused laughter echoed through the mindscape.
"You play a dangerous game, Vitreum..." Sael muttered, eyes glinting as he looked toward the ornate mirror.
"You're arrogant if you believe you can pull the wool over my eyes. Perhaps I should remind you—you were born from my bones—our bones. Our pride, our soul, our existence. Without us, you are nothing."
"So learn to pay your progenitors the proper respect." His voice never wavered, but one could feel the mock anger hidden beneath.
"But then again, you might be onto something... He's had it far too easy. He's dulling our blades."
The mirror trembled, its surface rippling like silver waves. Had this taken place outside the mindscape, the sheer power Vitreum radiated would have obliterated entire provinces beneath its unconscious aura.
"What should we do about this, Rael? Shall we let him play noble a little longer? Or should I peel back his pretty skin and show them all what's buried beneath?"
