Virion and Zephyr stood in silence as Amaniel hurried out of the library, his footsteps fading into the distance. The moment the doors swung shut behind him, Zephyr turned to Virion.
"How was he?"
Virion's mouth curled into a grin, sharp and pleased.
"He is... excellent." His tail flicked lazily. "Worthy enough to receive this primordial one's teachings."
Zephyr's eyes narrowed slightly. A question lingered in his gaze—Was the boy truly that good?
Virion didn't look away from the door, as if still watching Amaniel's retreating figure. When he spoke again, his voice carried that familiar, amused cadence—the one that meant he was enjoying himself far too much.
"Tch. Although he is just a weak, ordinary human, he is quite capable. And his endurance? Monstrous. His intelligence? High for his age—heck, he might even be on par with your dear Luna."
Zephyr's expression didn't change, but something in his posture shifted—subtle, but noticeable to someone like Virion.
