"...May I say something?" A voice finally interrupted the increasingly tense exchange, requesting an opportunity to speak before the situation could proceed any further.
"...?" Asteron paused in the middle of drawing his weapon, temporarily halting the movement he had already begun, and turned toward Aro with an expression of unmistakable surprise. "A Martial Emperor? Didn't you come here as a servant?" Then he shifted his attention toward his two guests, clearly finding the presence and sudden intervention of someone at such a cultivation level rather peculiar. "Who exactly is this?"
"..." Arkail maintained his silence and slowly closed his eyes, apparently having no intention of answering Asteron's question himself, although he remained fully prepared for whatever might happen and did not relax his readiness for battle in the slightest.
