Micah's voice was smooth and tinged with mockery. "You were the very first to voice your objections— your enthusiasm was almost comical. And to think you have even dared to align yourself with Duke Windsor in rebellion; how delightfully brave of you." He released a soft chuckle that echoed through the air. "Today, you are most fortunate to witness Ten and me as we embark on our mission to cleanse the realm. Don't you feel privileged to watch our actions unfold before your very eyes?"
Micah's fingernails elongated into sharp claws, glistening ominously under the silver light in a beat, and his emerald-green eyes transformed into a haunting crimson, radiating an eerie intensity that seemed to pierce the night.
