Jirawut's golden dragon energy flared around him as he clenched his fists, his aura so intense that the ground beneath his feet cracked. "If you've hurt her, I swear—"
"Swear all you like," Sheigah interrupted, stepping forward, her imposing frame growing larger as shadows stretched around her. "Your precious wife is alive… for now. But I will not tolerate threats from you, Jirawut of the Dragons. Namie is my leverage—and when the Nexus is fully mine, she'll no longer serve a purpose."
"You'll regret this, Sheigah!" Jirawut roared, his voice reverberating across the Nexus. His crimson dragon eyes narrowed with fury as his body erupted with power. "Tell me where she is or—"
"Or what?" Sheigah mocked. She raised her hand, and an orb of swirling, dark energy coalesced in her palm. "You're too late to save her. Even if you defeat me now, the Nexus will absorb you and everyone else here before you get the chance."
