Zephyroth arrived close to the heaving and wreathing figure of Alexander, circling around him to get a better view of his features.
"Mm, he's easy on the eyes at least." Zephyroth smiled predatorily. "Too bad he's a weakling."
"Zephyroth!" Drakorin and Oryndrax arrived a second later, glaring at the woman for her impulsive behaviour. "Don't do that again." The leader growled.
"Fine." Zephyroth rolled her eyes. "It's not like I wanted to attack him or anything. You should chill."
"Haa…" The leader sighed as he shook his head. "He hasn't noticed us even with us this close."
"Our technique is flawless, Drakorin." Oryndrax shrugged. "Without the appropriate level, seeing through this is almost impossible."
"What do we do?" The woman asked. "Do we present him with the choice or do we subdue him."
"..."
Drakorin remained quiet for a while, drifting to face Alexander as the oblivious Veilwalker continued to draw in the surrounding energies to recover.
