Sianor stepped into the arena without haste. The moment he arrived, the air shifted, no longer dominated by Pelion's black flame.
Pelion watched him and grinned. "Well, well, well… the boss finally decided to show up, huh?"
His gaze dragged slowly over Sianor, almost mocking. "Should I feel honored… or worried?"
Sianor didn't react. He simply relaxed his body and met Pelion's stare.
"You should be worried," he said calmly, "because you're going to die."
Pelion blinked, then laughed, clearly amused. "Straight to the point, huh, Sianor…"
He rolled his shoulders slightly. "I like that."
With a loose shrug, he added, "Let's see if you can actually..."
"Before we start…" Sianor cut in.
Pelion frowned. "What? Are you going to beg me to go easy on you?"
Sianor looked at him and laughed.
"Easy on me? Haha… are you crazy?" His smile sharpened. "Even I think you should go all out."
