"So that's why you killed me?" His voice was laced with betrayal. "Your own blood—over some friend?"
Fafnir's breath was steady, but his claws twitched, his mind flashing back to the moment he had seen Lanaya's lifeless body. The moment he had found Ignisar's mark left behind as if it were some message.
"…You left me no choice."
Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words, old wounds that had never healed.
Then, The Beneath One's presence exploded.
His aura surged outward, a force so vast that the ground beneath us trembled. Ice cracked along the palace walls, and shadows pulsed violently in response.
"NO CHOICE?!" His voice was a roar, one that carried centuries of rage, grief, and something more twisted—a fury that had festered in the abyss of death itself.
Fafnir barely had time to react before The Beneath One vanished from sight.
A force unlike anything before slammed into him, hurling him back into the frozen walls of the palace.
