"Immortal? He got famous recently, err, two centuries ago, I think." Sonya tapped her lower lip and looked into the distance, trying to recall the relevant information.
Even though he knew it was the norm, Varian's lips still twitched at 'recent' and 'two centuries' used in the same breath.
He'd have beaten up if anyone else was spewing stuff like that. But this was his sister-in-law, more or less. Still, that didn't mean it could be forgiven.
Varian's eyes gleamed with a soft blue light.
"Ouch!" Yelping out of blue, Sonya clutched her forehead in surprise and looked around in confusion. Someone definitely flicked their finger at her forehead.
An invisible enemy? Assassin?
To stay with her sister and repent her sin, the woman resolved herself even against an overwhelming enemy when a voice sounded in her mind.
'In which world is 200 years a recent thing? Please speak English.'
'But that is recen—ouch!'