In the depths of the crystal hollows, a blueberry-haired young woman gasped at what she heard, peering from behind a massive crystal growth.
Iris hadn't expected Daru to be so…intense…
She inevitably shifted her attention to the Aetherborn, who was currently trembling, breathing so heavily it seemed as though he had already gone through a tough battle.
He technically did—a verbal one.
Taking one deep breath, Ra Mehn didn't respond immediately, regulating his emotions first.
"Fine, let's just say you're good with words, human. I won't take that away from you. As for whether you deserve to talk big, I'll show you that you don't."
The seething Aetherborn then burned.
His fire-orange hair turned a pale blazing silver, flickering like a true living flame.
His wrists and feet also ignited with the same holy color, and the runic veins on his body began pulsing, breathing as though alive.
Aetherborns were a mystical race for sure.
