He raised his hand and slammed it on the table with shattering force. His aura pressure turned more harsh and made the space around him tremble with red-like light.
"Fenris Vorrakyn! You shouldn't have been killed. You should have resisted to the end so I can personally tear you apart with my own hands," Drenvar raged, his eyes blazing.
Vacuse watched him with mild amusement because he understood what Drenvar was feeling—the sting of betrayal that must have hooked him deeply.
Drenvar actually trusted Fenris Vorrakyn, unlike the others that he expected to betray him.
Skya cleared her throat, and the man sitting close to her shifted in his seat.
Gavyn Froshmmer looked around awkwardly.
Skya continued after some time, once Drevix calmed down. "Some of the warriors in the Wing Brigade were traitors, but they all seem to have been killed by counter-traitors.
