An oppressing air washes over us as Devel stands in front, looking down at us. It was like looking at a giant mountain, looming above the peasants that live at its feet. Instinctively, I grip the spear tighter as Devel takes a few steps towards the front line. Stopping his movement, he raises a brow as Kingston steps forward, pointing the tip of the trident at Devel. Smiling, Kingston arrogantly addresses the situation.
"So, you know who we are? Well, doesn't that make things easier? You know exactly why we are here." - Kingston
"Kingston, right? I asked for Ian, but I guess talking to you will do. It's very simple. Just leave right now, and I'll spare you and your army. No tricks." - Devel
"Hah! Do you really think we will leave just because you said so?" - Kingston
"Of course not, but are you sure you can face me?" - Devel