Renald Leafsteel
– Buaaah!!!
Overcome with revulsion, I dropped to my knees and vomited on the spot. My stomach clenched, expelling the remnants of my last meal, but nothing could drown out the foul taste lingering in my throat. The stench—the metallic tang of blood, the sickly sweetness of rotting flesh—merged into one nightmare cocktail that corroded my mind.
I already knew this elf had no regard for his own kind, but this... this went beyond the realm of even the worst criminals.
– Oh? Judging by your eyes, you despise me, don't you? – Helion's voice was soft as he crouched beside me, almost tender, like I was a broken toy that only vaguely held his interest.
I said nothing. Not because I had nothing to say, but because fear gripped my throat. If he wanted curses or pleas from me, I refused to give him that satisfaction.
– Silent? Fine. Your opinion hardly matters to me anyway.
I struggled to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
