Ken stood with his hands calmly behind his back, his posture relaxed in a way that would have looked almost casual if not for the overwhelming aura radiating from him. The general stood slightly behind and to his side, his armor still bearing the marks from the brutal exchange he had shared with Lucas.
Then Celestial Ken smiled.
It was not a warm smile.
There was something sharp about it, something quietly contemptuous that made the gesture feel more like an insult than a greeting.
"So," Ken said slowly, looking from the King to Alexander before letting his gaze drift lazily toward Lucas.
"The brave rulers of Valerion have come to speak."
His tone was calm, but there was no mistaking the ridicule hiding beneath it.
"I must admit," he continued, "I expected you to hide behind your army a little longer."
The King did not react to the jab.
Commander Alexander's expression hardened, though he held his tongue.
Ken seemed amused by the silence.
