Malakai didn't need lens to see that his disregard grated on Lina's nerves.
However, he saw no reason to care about it at all. The girl had been nothing but hostile since the moment he met her.
She had wanted to ram her blade into his back, after all. He had only escaped that thanks to his battle sense and Nyx, otherwise, he wouldn't be where he was right now.
Her endless glares only proved that she hated his guts and resented his presence here at their coven. Malakai saw no reason to offer someone like that even a moment of his time.
He kept his guard up as she approached from behind. Ignoring her grinding teeth and piercing glare, Malakai focused instead on the world before him.
It was nighttime. There were no signs of the sun, but the coven was brightly lit.
He hadn't been able to see it before because he had been carrying Grunde, but now he could. The Gor'Mekhai lived in harmony with nature.
The city of Sylvastein claimed the same thing, but the Gor'Mekhai showed it.
