Arrogance And Ashes

The rain fell relentlessly, soaking the forest floor and creating a symphony of droplets against the leaves.

The moon barely pierced the dense blanket of clouds, and the occasional flash of lightning illuminated the dark woods in brief, fleeting moments.

Arkanos adjusted his gloves calmly, his expression composed as Seraphine held the reins of his horse.

She shifted nervously, her long cloak dripping wet as the storm continued to rage around them. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, clearly concerned despite her attempts to hide it.

"Lord Arkanos, is this really necessary? You're taking a serious risk. Do you truly believe you can harm a fallen angel like… him?"

Without looking at her, Arkanos answered, "Of course."

Seraphine's grip on the reins tightened as her worry grew. "But… my Lord, this isn't like the battles you've fought before. He's dangerous, even for someone as powerful as you. You could—"