Adrian's first instinct upon seeing Nytharos was to attack him. After all, not only the face but even the presence felt identical to the being who was perishing right before his eyes, the aura so familiar that it made his instincts scream danger. Every sensation in his body urged him to strike first and ask questions later.
However, there was something about this new Nytharos—something subtle yet undeniable—that made him hesitate, if only for a fleeting moment. The hostility he expected was absent, replaced instead by an unsettling calm that clashed violently with Adrian's memories.
Getting back on his feet, Adrian summoned his axe and held his ground like a vigilant sentinel. His grip was tight, his stance guarded, and his eyes never once left the figure standing before him. The System hovered on the edge of activation, fully prepared to hurl him into the Time Chamber should the situation spiral beyond control.
