Villain Ch 1686. Regretless [Part 3]
The paladin's mouth opened again, but his lips stopped moving.
Soundless.
The scream was still there—face twisted in agony, jaw trembling—but the voice had been stolen.
His eyes—furious, terrified—were the only thing left of the man inside.
Allen watched, jaw clenched.
His own voice felt caught behind his tongue.
Zoe muttered, "He's still aware."
Larissa's voice was thin. "He never stopped being aware."
The memory continued.
The paladin—still kneeling—began to change. His limbs thickened unnaturally as armor fused to flesh. His tabard disintegrated, replaced by ceremonial plating and glowing restraints. The sword he'd prayed over was yanked from his grip, twisted into a halberd, recast in white fire.
The priest knelt before him, placing one hand on his ruined chest.
"You shall be known as Regretless," he said.
And for a split second, something flickered across his face.
Not mercy.
Not cruelty.
Indifference.
