"Why did you do it? Why betray me?"
His grip tightened slightly, not enough to crush, but enough to make breathing difficult. To make speaking nearly impossible.
"Answer me!" The command carried force that made reality ripple.
"You were my family! Taught me! I trusted you more than anyone else! And you were working with her the entire time? Planning my death from before I was even born?"
Morgana tried to respond, tried to form words past the constriction of his hand. Her face was going red from oxygen deprivation, tears leaking from her eyes.
Suyajna moved to intervene, dark energy gathering around her hands.
Jaenor's other hand gestured casually, and a barrier of pure force appeared between them, not origin energy, not aura, but something more fundamental. It held Suyajna back effortlessly, preventing her from reaching them.
"Stay there," Jaenor said, his layered voice carrying absolute authority.
