and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
The glittering castle is new, somewhat shocking to see against the darkened horizon. But Varus remains swiftly recovered, content and watchful for the path they take – committing it to memory in case he needed to know where it was again. “Sounds like a plan, then.” Varus offers with a flash of a fanged smile – pleased to have a training partner. As for the show of his blade, the Ascended shrugs in response to Neron’s question.
“Sometimes. Warning shots are always fun, though.” He makes a show as if he’s considering it, before his gaze finds Neron’s magic spreading shards across the ground in front of them – a low whistle leaving Varus with a soft laugh. “You got extra bites stored up in there somewhere?” He asks, because as far as he knows, Abandoned and Ascended hybrids simply… Weren’t a thing. Ever. At all.
“Sometimes. Warning shots are always fun, though.” He makes a show as if he’s considering it, before his gaze finds Neron’s magic spreading shards across the ground in front of them – a low whistle leaving Varus with a soft laugh. “You got extra bites stored up in there somewhere?” He asks, because as far as he knows, Abandoned and Ascended hybrids simply… Weren’t a thing. Ever. At all.
VARUS
