Ethemon's gaze swept lightly over the huge bat wings on Raphael's back, then lingered briefly on the ferocious horns between his brow. The curve of his lips carried a playful air, yet revealed an imperceptible trace of mockery.
He still couldn't help comparing the genuine article before him to Haarlep's version. He had to admit that Haarlep had imitated Raphael's sarcastic, aristocratic tone to absolute perfection, capturing even this arrogant posture down to the last detail. At the thought of this, the smile on Ethemon's lips grew even deeper.
It was just that Haarlep had dealt them a somewhat heavy shock and left a sufficiently deep impression.
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