"Me? I'm the strongest there is."
Normally, Nameless Death would've dismissed a statement like that as idiotic bravado.
He'd heard plenty of fools make such claims over the centuries.
But Cole was different.
There was no bluster in his tone. Just calm confidence.
It wasn't loud. It wasn't boastful. It simply was.
And more than that, his instincts screamed at him.
They screamed one word whenever he looked at Cole: Danger.
"Now," Cole said, his voice was easy and light, "let's talk about what you were doing."
Nameless Death remained silent.
"I'll be honest," Cole went on, "you can devour the connection and try to understand the Path of Achievement. Even with your True Darkness, though, it's not going to be easy. It'll feel like trying to read a book written in a language that doesn't exist."
Nameless Death frowned.
Cole didn't sound like he was warning him out of fear.
He sounded more like someone laying out the rules before a game.
