Strax was still smiling, the black aura around him beginning to slowly swirl, like a contained whirlpool of primordial power.
Evelyn remained kneeling, her hands clasped to her mother's body, her eyes wide in shock. Her mind tried to process what she had heard, but the pain was too thick a fog to allow logic.
Lyana, on the other hand, instinctively put her hand to the hilt of her sword. She said nothing, but her eyes hardened. It was no surprise that Lyana didn't like Strax very much, especially his ideas, especially when he... well, he released this crazy aura whenever he said something absurd.
"You want to turn the Queen... into a demon?" The captain's voice didn't come out angry. It came out in disbelief. Fear. And of course, distrust of this man who always seems crazier every time he passes by.
