The fathomless white eyes remained fixated upon the Blood Elf and the Vampire Lady, holding both beneath a gaze that pierced flesh, cultivation and their whole existence until the very idea of concealing anything from him became childish.
When the voice returned, the cataclysmic fury that had condemned the Naga and the others was gone. What replaced it was almost conversational, carrying a preternatural patience from an existence that had just erased World Transcendents with touches and idle words.
{You see, beings like us tend to be rather untrustworthy.}
The Blood Elf's crimson eyes narrowed. The Vampire Lady remained silent beside her, pale features betraying nothing despite the immeasurable attention and fear of the unknown moving between them. Neither woman could reach her cultivation or awaken the ancient power sleeping within her blood, yet both felt the gaze reading every thought that rose before they could bury it.
