Robert didn't even glance at Sylvara. His gaze remained locked on Damon, the smile on his face twisting into something colder.
"You think I care about some temporary alliance with a bloodsucker? I don't know what happened here and how you all got here, but I saw these blood spheres first. It doesn't matter what the contents of the sphere are. They sure as hell won't be handed to a stray like him."
Damon's smirk vanished.
Azuna, who had just finished pulling on the mismatched gear Damon gave her, suddenly stood taller. The air around her changed, becoming denser. She stepped slightly in front of Damon, barefoot and glowing faintly gold and brown, her gaze never once leaving Robert.
"You insult Master," she said, her voice clear now, like the ringing of a temple bell. "You insult me."
Robert raised his trident, but before he could respond, a ripple of golden brown light flared from Azuna's body.
