"That attack wasn't meant to kill, but to cripple," Perran muttered, his voice echoing across the desolation. "I am fascinated that you are still standing. None of my enemies have faced it and survived."
He offered a final, condescending recruitment pitch. "Standing in front of me, still breathing, shows you're a worthy opponent. But you aren't my target. Simply tell me what I need to know, and I will take you as my underling... No one will dare look down on you, and I will also help you advance to the Seventh Order. Not only that—"
"---Shut the fuck up! I refused your mother's offer, what makes you think I will accept yours?" Sunny snapped, cutting him off, the raw desperation fueling his courage.
Perran stared at him, then chuckled. "As expected of people under God Wolf... You're loyal to the bone?" He raised his small hand, and instantly, a gigantic ball of dark, turbulent flame appeared above him, burning with terrifying Primordial Energy.
