"You're quick on the uptake," the high priest smirked. "But realising that won't change—!"
"You talk too much."
Aaran was a necromancer. He couldn't possibly harm him using darkness. On the other hand, the high priest had the physical strength to crush him.
"And you need to tone yourself down while talking to an elder. But what was I expecting from Lucien's son—"
BANG!
Aaran fired another bullet. The ever-so cocky high priest didn't even bother dodging, and ended up paying for it with a hand.
"Argh!"
The high priest screamed in pain as his left arm hit the ground with a dull thud. But a moment later, shock replaced the pain. Divinity... how come the brat could use both darkness and divinity?
He had tried to achieve the impossible and failed, only to give up on divinity and embrace darkness. Yet a brat who hadn't lived a tenth longer than he was using contrasting elements?
"How—?"
"Does it matter?"
It was Aaran's turn to smirk.
