"You know, ever since this little war started, I've been more active than I have been in the last few hundred years," Aelina remarked as she descended next to the spot Cyrus had landed.
"At first, I was a little annoyed. As I've gotten older, my desire for blood and battle has waned. I'm sure you understand what I mean. We're simply too strong at our level compared to those below us. That being said, we also have more to lose. We are the cornerstones of our Sects; our death is akin to their destruction. The risks simply aren't worth the rewards." She said, walking over to Cyrus, her steps steady and measured.
"Cough… Cough…" Cyrus coughed a few times as he used his Qi to help heal the puncture wounds on his stomach. He slowly got up to climb out of the crater he was in, but he was forced to listen to Aelina's monologue as she continued.
