Two young men—one with curly ashen-gray hair and the other with straight black hair—stood across from each other beneath the dark skies, the dry, dusty, and pebbly ground dimly illuminated by the distant campfire inside a massive natural cave.
Hal and Clive locked eyes, a fair amount of anger evident in both pairs.
"I guess being regarded so highly by the empire at such a young age messed with your sense of reality, huh, brat?" the latter said coldly.
"Your breath stinks from talking all that crap, yet you still continue to talk." Hal sneered in response, fixing the eyes of his Aethersight Goggles and activating them.
"Hmm? What is the meaning of this, Headmistress Isolde?" questioned Raiz.
She could sense that the rather goofy artifact Hal was using boosted his perception, which she thought was unfair.
"What? My disciple is simply using an artifact he crafted himself.
What's wrong with that?
