The sky darkened with a sudden pulse of divine pressure as General Vortan raised his head. His body pulsed with golden light, veins glowing like molten rivers.
Where once his injuries had weakened him, now raw power surged through his limbs. Mira's essence had fused with his, and the air around him trembled under the weight of it.
"I will not let this go unanswered. Mira gave her life for me… and now, you all will pay."
He growled, voice deeper, layered with the echo of divine wrath.
Shelly narrowed her eyes and took a step forward, her chains rattling faintly in the silence that followed.
"You want revenge for her sacrifice? She chose that path. No one killed her. She gave her life to save yours. So tell me, Vortan—who's really responsible for her death?"
She snapped.
Zerg crossed his arms.
"She's right. Your anger is misdirected. You're just trying to soothe your guilt by blaming us."
But Vortan didn't listen.
