"...?" Arkail turned slightly toward Glatheon, genuine surprise flashing across his face as he studied the younger man's expression, almost wondering whether he had misheard him.
"Did you just compare Lord Robin to the Elder Cosmic... and the Archon?"
A faint, almost amused smile slowly appeared across his lips.
"Not even Marlik?"
"Marlik isn't worthy of polishing his shoes." Glatheon answered immediately, without the slightest pause or hesitation. His voice carried neither provocation nor exaggeration. To him, it was simply an objective statement of fact, one that required no further explanation.
"...." Arkail frowned, the smile gradually fading from his face.
