Tristan couldn't believe the words he had just heard and stared at Serevus, the phoenix, unbothered by his stunned gaze. "I hope that day never comes, but if it should, I will be happy to know that I shall never become like you." Tristan's eyes hardened, staring at Elias. "So consumed by a creature who cares for nothing but itself, with a grandiose opinion of themself, believing that everything they do is good and right." Tristan turned back to Serveus. "Tell me. What if you're wrong and he fails? After all, he is a kinslayer. Cursed to have a horrid fate."
Serevus' flames snapped and grew, burning brighter. His gaze was intense as he stared into Tristan's eyes. "Then we will have failed. He shall return to the ground, and I shall return to the immaterial, waiting to return and try again." Tristan nodded and sighed.
