Elyon: Her eyes bore into you, firm, cold. "Any of your kind would be pleading by now." T/N: Chained, you lift your face with a defiant smile. "And that... disappoints you, General?" Elyon: Her jaw tightens, barely perceptible. "It intrigues me." A hint of a smile crosses her face. "Perhaps I'll enjoy your defiance... or perhaps I'll decide you must learn what it means to fear me."
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