Arin's long white hair fluttered as he stared at Kiara, who was standing in front of him.
Since the sword he bought with his points in the Academy had already broken from his fight with Vake, he was now holding the sword he got from Valtor in the shadow realm.
Kiara stared back at her brother, her purple eyes sharp. Her claws were elongated, and her shimmering scales caught the light like a deadly mosaic of violet and black.
"You know, we really don't have to fight," Kiara said, her sharp eyes narrowing for a second. "Mother just wants to speak with you, that's all."
Arin could sense the sincerity in her voice. But still... she was a dragon. Just because she sounded genuine didn't mean he was going to trust her. Especially not after the way she toyed with him back in the Academy.
He didn't reply.
Instead, he gripped the sword tighter and shifted his right foot back slightly, lowering his stance.
That alone was enough of a response.
