"You… will pay for that… a thousand times over."
Dragos' voice was low, trembling with rage. "You sinful being."
His fiery eyes glared at Aria. "And yet… you carry the Gods Mark? The Gods must be insane." His aura exploded as flames spiraled around him. "Prepare to pay for your sins… with your life!"
He shot forward like a bullet of fire.
Aria froze, lifting her hand to shield her face—
But nothing came. No impact. No pain.
Slowly, she peeked through her fingers.
Dragos was frozen mid-charge, face bright red, eyes wide.
She tilted her head, confused—then gasped.
Her cloak had slipped open. Her chest was partially exposed.
"W-What are you staring at, you pervert!" she shrieked, quickly covering herself. "You could've said something!"
A stream of blood shot from Dragos' nose. His knees buckled, and he crashed to the floor—completely knocked out.
