The Gift of [Regret]
<And here comes the devil schtick again.>
'Shut up, now is arguably the best time to do it.'
=Devil schtick?=
<Our lord here has a habit of pretending some kind ancient dealmaker. The that gives what you want, but takes way more in return?>
=Ooooh. Like Luc*fer?=
<Exactly, but less British.>
'Enough pop culture, I need to be demonic.'
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This child of the Zhen Clan was some kind of ancient monster.
That was the only logical conclusion Telana could wrap her head around after realizing the beings holding her hostage were definitely not puppets.
She could feel that all three of these monstrous brings had the power of Aether Masters, but there was something...more to them.
It was unfathomable, unknowable and absolutely unpredictable. This was arguably her worst nightmare, and the cause was the young man smiling like a villain from some kind of folktale.