King Lioness let out a low, bitter chuckle.
So now even Veldrac… that old demon… has sent his own little sister, Princess Delya, to join that boy's circle.
He shook his head with a smirk.
Heh. So you didn't want to be left out either, Veldrac. You've always been the craftiest of us. And now, look at us…
His gaze wandered to the high window of the royal chamber, where sunlight poured in brilliantly.
Four of us… still standing, still sane. Me, Garius, Mylezra, Veldrac. We've kept our heads, upheld our oaths, and kept our kingdoms safe. While the other three…
Lioness's smile faded.
Edmund, Gumarak, Gurdan… those fools.
His eyes darkened.
They reached for celestial power. They forgot the blood we spilled, the sacrifices we made just to seal those cursed things. And now—they've become vessels themselves—drunk on that power, corrupted beyond recognition.
