The Sunspire immune to this

faust didn’t flinch as the stranger stopped, the faint smirk tugging at the other’s lips met with an unreadable expression. his green eyes narrowed slightly, studying the man with the precision of a hunter sizing up prey. the teasing words rolled off him like the mountain wind, neither provoking nor amusing him outright.

bold answer, faust replied, his tone smooth, edged with a faint chill. but boldness doesn’t carry much weight up here. the mountain’s got a way of humbling even the surest of men.

he shifted his weight slightly, his stance loose but deliberate, ready to pivot at a moment’s notice. the faint smirk tugging at the stranger’s lips didn’t escape him, but faust wasn’t one to be drawn into games—not without knowing the stakes.