Caster remained silent for a while, then calmly looked up, at the furiously pulsating radiance of the Crimson Terror's light. Finally, he lowered his head and exhaled through gritted teeth.
"Out of my way, Sunny."
Sunny blinked a couple of times, then said in a humorless tone:
"Or what?"
The Legacy grimaced and stared at him darkly, his face full of resentment.
"I am so tired of you and your insolence. Why must you always ruin everything? Why can't you just know your place?"
Summoning his beautiful jian, Caster shook his head and said:
"Stay out of this if you value your life. This is the last chance I am going to give you."
Sunny did not move, watching the young man silently. There was nothing but darkness in the eyes of the disturbing black mask. A few moments later, his voice resounded from behind it, strangely hollow:
"...Know my place? What is my place, in your eyes? Huh, Caster?"
The Legacy smiled slightly and then said naturally, as though stating a fact:
