"Who?" Jett asked again, brows drawn in confusion.
Rey finally turned his gaze on Goud, eyes cool, voice casual to the point of mockery. "He's the third prince of the Goudy Empire."
"Ohhh right, he's that guy we met when we first got here, yeah?" Jett tilted his head, almost fidgeting. "Damn… it's been a while. All kinds of surprises today."
Goud's eyes narrowed, venom flickering in his expression. But instead of answering Rey, he turned to Jett, his full attention zeroing in like a blade unsheathed.
"You're the real joke here," Goud said coldly. "All mouth, no magic. You've been hiding in Rey's shadow since the moment you stepped into Verena."
Jett's jaw tensed, 'The hell's he talking about? Rey?'
"You think throwing reckless spells and acting like a wild card makes you special?" Goud sneered. "You're just noise. A background character playing hero. Without him, you're nothing."
The crowd quieted. Whispers spread like wildfire.
