"Tsk." Anna raised her silver eyebrows slightly, undisguised mischief sparkling in her azure eyes. She turned her head and tipped her chin toward the Navigator Aili, who stood quietly in attendance in the shadows behind Curze.
Seeming to sense her gaze, Aili lowered her head slightly. Light rippled through the gem on her forehead, accentuating her slender figure and its unearthly, fragile delicacy.
Anna lowered her voice, but its distinctive metallic timbre still carried clearly to those beside her:
"If you ask me, don't you think... the entire Night Lords Legion is made up of lolicons?" She drew out the words, her gaze flicking between Curze's gaunt, gloomy figure and Aili's petite silhouette as an amused smile curled her lips.
"Look. Just look. Standard issue."
"I think so too." Lorgar nodded almost without hesitation and picked up the thread.
His bronze face showed no particular expression, but the faintest trace of amusement flashed through his golden eyes.
He even deliberately glanced at Curze, as though waiting for his reaction.
Curze: ...
A muscle twitched almost imperceptibly on the Night Haunter's pale, nearly translucent face.
Deep in his sunken sockets, those eyes that could pierce the darkness of the soul swept coldly over Anna, then lingered on Lorgar's face for half a second.
There was no anger, no denial—only a profound, almost speechless silence, and an even stronger chill radiating from him that warned everyone to keep their distance.
An uncanny silence briefly settled over the viewing platform, broken only by the wind and the faint, ever-approaching clamor below.
After a few lighthearted jabs, Lorgar said no more.
He knew when to stop. This was merely a somewhat mischievous joke between brothers before a momentous, tense occasion, a way to ease the invisible pressure.
With the brief interlude over, everyone's attention