His amber eyes fixed on Jaenor with unsettling intensity.
"And you are the one who arrived on that beast.
Identify yourself."
Before Jaenor could respond, Katujit's gaze swept across the group, landing on Morgana and Raelana. His expression hardened instantly.
"Witches," he said, the word carrying disgust.
"Practitioners of corrupt origin energy. Servants of forces that mock the divine order."
His hand moved to his sword.
"They are not welcome in areas under Brotherhood protection. They should be detained, questioned, and if found guilty of heresy—"
"You'll do nothing," Jaenor interrupted, his voice carrying absolute authority. His merged power flared slightly, making the air shimmer.
"Those women are under my protection. Touch them, and you answer to me."
Katujit's ears flattened slightly, a sign of aggression in his species.
"You defend witches? That makes you complicit in their—"
He stopped, his enhanced senses finally processing what he was feeling from Jaenor.
