Mael Valerius licked the blood off the corner of his mouth and unexpectedly let out a low laugh: "Nice hit."
He suddenly stepped forward, his oppressive aura making Luna's face tense: "But did you all forget who drove out the Black-armored Guard?"
Rhys Blackwood's lips curled with mockery, and he spoke coldly: "Do you need me to remind you, Young Master, who brought all this trouble here?"
Zeke Veridian swallowed an elixir, his voice as cold as snow and ice: "A dragon egg is just a dragon egg. Someone barely taps it and you retaliate this viciously—quite the display of power."
Mael Valerius' eyes darkened abruptly. He knew full well he wasn't in the right.
But being mocked by this group, the sinister fire in his chest was impossible to contain.
He was just about to lash out, but realized Luna didn't spare him even a glance.
As if even a single look would stain her eyes, her attitude so cold and dismissive that it stabbed straight into his heart.
