"Lady with the strange powers… did you just say Lucifer?"
The man's voice cut cleanly through the thinning fog.
Kaelith's body reacted instantly.
Her muscles tensed, and her eyes sharpened as she took a half-step back. The man standing before her didn't look friendly at all. His posture might have been relaxed, but nothing about his presence felt harmless.
He rested a long spear on his shoulder and glanced at it casually.
"Oh, don't worry," he said almost lazily. "I'm not intending to fight or harm you… at least not right now."
Kaelith's eyes narrowed.
'Not right now, huh… how reassuring.'
"What the hell do you want?" she asked coldly. "I don't know anyone named Lucifer."
The man—Arif—clicked his tongue lightly.
"Now, now, no need to lie," he replied. "I just heard you say his name. And don't worry, I'm not his enemy."
A faint grin tugged at his lips.
"I just want to become his friend. A really good friend."
He tilted his head slightly.
