“Hatred gnaws at the soul,” Rivern answered in a slightly shrunken voice. “Oh, no, Rive, you’re wrong,” Alvia grinned gloomily. — Hatred gives purpose, unsatisfied hatred burns the soul to ashes. Hatred is a dry throat, a wild thirst, rior. My thirst has become unbearable, I am suffocating from the need to take at least a sip of life-giving revenge... Alvia stopped, and Din-Kair froze, not understanding what Liori was up to. The silence dragged on, and the silence that spread over the arena became threatening. “I challenge you to a duel, Ryvern without a family,” the Firstborn finally said.