"Yes? What do you want to say, Joseph?" the Lightning God asked calmly, his eyes still fixed on Aaron, who had just disappeared into the rift. His voice was casual, almost bored, but his senses were sharp—he had already noticed Joseph's lingering gaze.
Joseph stood rigid, the frown on his face deepening. "Are you really the mastermind behind the attempt on his life?"
The Lightning God's brows arched slightly in amusement, though his gaze never shifted. "And why would you care about that? I thought you hated him."
Joseph didn't flinch. His voice was firm, his tone honest. "I only hated him because he sullied my master's name... with his weakness, his cowardice, his failure to rise. But the Aaron I saw today? That wasn't weakness. That was strength—gritted, raw, and defiant. I have no qualms with that."
His words caught Liam off guard. He turned to look at Joseph, surprise flickering across his face. This wasn't something he expected to hear from the so-called mad berserker.
