'You say that like it's a problem.'
'Like it's a problem!? Of course it's a damn problem! Have you forgotten what you said about the relationship between those two empires!? If those bastards find out who you really are, you can kiss that precious life of yours goodbye!'
'That's assuming they find out.'
'Oh, for the love of—are you even listening to me, protégé!?' Demorian sounded exasperated. 'Fine! Let's pretend for a moment that you've somehow come up with the most brilliant plan in existence. There are still two glaring problems that would send the whole thing straight to hell!'
The Aerelith's clothes felt softer and more comfortable than those worn by Ferrans, with a silky texture and an almost weightless feel. Even the slightest breeze was enough to make the fabric flutter. Once he was done dressing, Zephyrion approached the pool of water to inspect his reflection.
