Kaelen's voice rang out through the smoke, loud and angry.
"So, you finally made it, Azrael."
He took a step forward, his golden hair catching the light of the fires around them. His eyes were locked on him.
"I have to admit, I'm a little surprised. I thought you'd be one of the first to be eliminated."
He let out a short and a bitter laugh.
Pss.
"But of course, you would survive," Kaelen continued. "You have the Ice Witch to fight your battles. You have the pride of the Vane family to protect you. And you even have my own sister hiding you from danger."
He pointed his sword its tip shaking slightly with his anger.
"It must be easy to get to the end when you let everyone else do the hard work for you, right?"
Azrael said nothing. He just watched the hero, his own face a calm, cold mask.
Isolde sighed dramatically from beside him. "Brother, please. Such ugly words. We are a team. We work together."
