In Devil's eyes, he saw nothing but conviction.
Silver was extremely talented at reading people, and he immediately understood the man was telling the truth. Not wishing to lose more face when the artifact would eventually prove the masked man's claims true, he shook his head. "No need. Raelor, step forward. Represent your father."
The gathered foxkin stood aside in order to have a figure break free from the ranks standing behind Silver. A visibly youthful warrior moved with the smooth, effortless grace of a shadow. His lithe frame was clad in dark leather armor that barely made a sound as he stepped forward.
Raelor's piercing amber eyes locked onto the masked man, burning with an open challenge.
