Ophis and Raphael looked at Fallen Camazotz, who smirked with a haughty, arrogant expression.
His eyes glowed with an unnatural greenish light, swirling with predatory hunger as his claws grew, razor-sharp, ready to shred through flesh. His monstrous bat mouth twisted, stretching impossibly wide, long venomous fangs bared as he stared at his prey.
"Tsk, tsk… to think fate itself would hand me such a feast—my previous master, and the one who used to cower at her feet."
Both Ophis and Raphael flinched in fear, heartbeats stuttering as Camazotz's inhuman tongue flicked over his lips, savouring the scent of their panic as if it were the rarest wine.
"It's a pity, you know… truly a pity, and it cuts deeper than a blade. To think I must kill the master who once fed me, sheltered me, called me friend. How tragic… how laughably pathetic." He pressed two claws to the corner of his eye, feigning a tear, "Cry for me, will you?"
