As Azriel finished speaking, Kyle's eyes narrowed, his gaze locked onto the old man with a mixture of suspicion and hostility. "You're going to take the Heart of the Abyss?" he repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism. "I don't think so."
Azriel's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. "Kyle, I assure you, I have the best intentions," he said, his voice calm and soothing.
But Kyle was having none of it. His lips curled into a snarl, he took a step forward, his eyes flashing with a dark, shadowy energy. "You're a celestial," he spat, his voice venomous. "You think I don't know what that means? You're a servant of the light, and I'm a demon. We're natural enemies."
The group's eyes widened as Kyle's shadowy energy began to swirl around him, tendrils of darkness creeping across the floor. Azriel, sensing the danger, raised his hands, a beam of light bursting forth to counter Kyle's darkness.
