Heron Lake Plateau [m] Got death on his breath, halitosis

It hadn’t worked, his ploy for innocence, for the gilded hood struck as soon as the words left the shadow’s mouth, a viper of a man striking the prey he, apparently, thought Ruin to be.

Only milliseconds to spare as he jolted himself further back out of the man’s reach, the distance between himself and Reina closing ever smaller.

What the other man did not know, similar to how he did not realize the golden hero’s plan, that this was precisely what he intended. The closer he got to Reina, the faster he can use her to his advantage.

Ruin spat in his attacker’s direction, enticing the man’s ire and his rage to push him even further back.