There were many tis in Nero’s life where he thought to himself: ’This needs so serious decision making.’
And right in front of him was definitely one of them.
The suffocating crimson aura radiating from Velraeth intensified with each step she took toward him.
The ground beneath her feet cracked with every movent, small fissures spreading outward like spiderwebs.
Her ember eyes locked onto Nero with predatory focus, that manic grin never wavering.
The air itself seed to vibrate with barely-contained violence.
*Step... step... step...*
The sound of her approach carried weight that made the earth tremble slightly.
Her massive fra cast a long shadow that swallowed Nero’s smaller form.
The dragon tail behind her swayed with lazy nace, occasionally striking the ground hard enough to leave shallow indents.
Finally, she stopped directly in front of him.
So close that Nero had to crane his neck up to et her gaze properly.
The height difference was comical and terrifying simultaneously – her 6.5-foot fra dwarfing his more modest stature.
Her crimson aura pressed down on him like a physical force, making the air feel thick and heavy.
"..."
Silence stretched between them, heavy with tension and unspoken threat.
Velraeth’s grin widened slightly, revealing more of those razor-sharp teeth.
Her vertical pupils dilated as she studied him with the intensity of a scientist examining an interesting specin.
Or a predator deciding how best to dismantle its prey.
But oddly enough...
"..."
Nero felt calm despite the overwhelming pressure from the apex being looming over him.
His heart rate remained steady.
His hands didn’t tremble.
His breathing stayed controlled and even.
The fear that should have paralyzed him simply... wasn’t there.
’Why am I not panicking?’
The question erged naturally as he noticed his own unusual composure.
This wasn’t bravado or false confidence.
He genuinely felt calm in a way that made no logical sense given the circumstances.
His mind drifted to sothing he’d discovered recently while checking his system interface.
A section that had always been there but never explained.
Sothing that had puzzled him for days.
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