Hell’s Fire

Voren's bruised, swollen face tightened, the wounds Atticus had inflicted on him still refusing to heal.

His rage boiled over as he spat out, "That human—!"

But—

"General."

Voren froze.

Zenon's voice was still amused, but there was an undeniable coldness beneath it.

"Say it properly."

The pressure of Zenon's aura pressed down, subtle but suffocating.

Voren gritted his teeth, swallowing his pride.

"G-General."

Zenon nodded approvingly. "Good. Now continue."

Voren inhaled sharply before forcing himself to speak.

"That General came to the main island without permission, he encroached, disrespected me, and even dared—"

He stopped himself instantly, correcting his words as Zenon's aura thickened.

"—He took my badge."

Zenon's grin widened.

"Why did he take your badge?"

Voren stiffened, his jaw tightening.