It took her quite some time to stabilize herself, but eventually, Leiruat straightened her back and offered a graceful bow. Her voice was calm but formal as she introduced herself. "Leiruat. And you are?"
The young man laughed softly, his lips curling upward in amusement. "You entered my chamber uninvited, yet you don't know my name? Isn't that interesting."
Leiruat shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head slightly. "I'm just a wandering spirit. Nothing more."
He squinted his brows and rested a hand on his chin. "A wandering spirit with enough strength not to disintegrate in front of me... That's rare."
A cold shiver ran down Leiruat's spine as her gaze met his. Something in his eyes was deeply wrong—unhinged. Unstable. Insane.
She crossed her arms, composing herself. "Are you Ness, the God of Darkness? Married to Iyra?"
