There was no room for refusal.
Malakai gave a small nod to Caelum's words. The man hadn't come on his own. It was clear the Blood Sovereign himself had sent him. Which meant, whatever he said… was law.
Without a word, Malakai gestured behind him.
Nyx, who immediately understood what he meant, responded instantly. The blood around the bounded Delmas twisted, dragging him forward like a puppet.
"He's a member of the Maugrim," Malakai said coldly. "He and some others ambushed us on our way back."
The atmosphere changed.
The temperature dropped.
Killing intent flooded the air.
Caelum's eyes narrowed, and every other Sanguine Blade fixed their gaze on Delmas.
The Sanguine Clan might be riddled with politics, ambition, and backstabbing. Cold blooded warriors who didn't hesitate to cut down even their own.
But that wasn't all they were.
There was an old saying in the West:
"Cold to kin, colder to outsiders."
