Kaen's head fell. His body hit the ground hard — once… twice. Then silence.
Tesmin stood nearby, chest heaving, breath uneven. He didn't move at first — only looked upward, eyes closed against the night sky.
Tesmin (softly, to himself): "I will always remember you… Kaen Ryuki."
A long breath escaped his lips.
Up on the wall, another elite mage stood watching, his jaw tight, fist clenched.
Elite (coldly): "What have you done, Tesmin? You just killed Zackey's offering."
Tesmin turned slowly. His face was calm — too calm — like a man hiding the storm behind his eyes. He exhaled, steadying his breath, and spoke without emotion.
Tesmin: "I only did what was necessary."If you're talking about Sir Zackey…"
He trailed off, as if the name itself didn't deserve to be spoken any further.
"We can't trust Ryuki," someone muttered under their breath.
But no one replied.
