Levi stared at Patrick with a cold gaze.
He unsheathed his sword with the calm of a seasoned warrior who was fighting just another enemy, one that was at most comparable to the thousands he had slain before.
The sword released a chime that rang through the air as it exited its sheath.
Then Levi pulled it out fully, a sleek black sword that screamed danger.
Patrick smiled as he looked at Levi.
"The rumors are true, you don't even negotiate with your enemies," he said. "Was that why you brought me to a desolate star area?"
As he said those words, he looked at the dead planets that drifted through space.
Levi did not reply. Rather, he scrutinized Patrick, every bit of him.
"I don't like those eyes," Patrick said, his voice dropping to a dangerously low level.
"You can gouge them out," Levi scoffed.
"I might have to do that."
As he said those words, metal boots formed around his legs and heels.
