Odin roared, his fury a primal sound that echoed through the stone corridor like thunder. The iron bars between him and his cousin groaned as he seized them with both hands, shaking them with such force they rattled in their sockets. It was as if the very prison strained to hold him back. If not for those cold, unyielding bars, his hands would have already closed around Marlon's throat.
Marlon instinctively stepped back, despite being well beyond his cousin's reach. The fire in Odin's eyes was not just rage—it was the smoldering promise of vengeance.
Odin's jaw clenched. His voice emerged low and controlled, every syllable deliberate and dangerous—like the slow unsheathing of a sword."You just confessed to conspiracy, kidnapping… and intent to murder my daughter." His gaze narrowed. "No wonder Mira's heart is so vicious. She inherited your rot. I will make sure the court hears every word of what you just said, and you'll pay for it, Marlon."
