"You...you really are coming!" Vassago whispered as he regained himself and looked at Aeron, his shock hadn't yet subsided.
One has to know, that he had been tormenting the dragons for almost five years, having stated what he wanted before the battle even started. Yet Aeron had remained quiet through the five-year duration, making no move at all. Just like Aeron had said, it had taken him over three years for him to have planned this event of just being able to show up before him.
And now, he finally made his decision. So, suddenly, without much of a change in his expression at all. Even though that was what he had started the war for, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about Aeron's relaxing state.
"You've gotten yourself your deal. I expect you to be happy. How come I only see horror flashing in your eyes..." Aeron asked with the same listless eyes as the malevolent grin appeared on Vassago's face.
