Colak calculated the cost of fighting a Paragon. He was an Ascendant, and he understood intimately that the gap between an Ascendant and a Paragon was vast, two worlds apart, just as the gap between a Luminary and a Transcendent was ten worlds removed.
Burdening himself with the task of killing a Paragon was... stupid. The only logical course was to retreat and deliver this critical information to Lord Pyrrhus and the rest of the forces. Intelligence this significant could reshape the entire campaign.
He studied Northern, who stood erect like a disaster given form, a twisted smile fixed on his face.
"You're a Paragon. I never knew Ryugan had a Paragon in it." Colak kept his voice level, probing. "Or... are you a sellsword?"
Northern responded only with that smile. A moment stretched between them before he finally spoke.
"Would you be willing to have a conversation with me?"
Colak turned the request over in his mind, tilting his head slightly.
