The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, as Nate took a slow step forward, his cold eyes fixed on Meni, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
"Why did you attack me?" Nate asked, his tone void of emotion, his steps measured, controlled—yet carrying a weight that made even those watching feel the pressure of his presence.
Meni, still burning with rage, was too blinded by his emotions to think rationally. His fists clenched, his breathing was heavy, and even though he had already been thrown aside once, he still refused to back down. His anger wasn't just about what happened—it was about the helplessness, the failure, the humiliation of being unable to stop what had happened to Hapu.
With reckless determination, he pushed himself to his feet, his body moving before his mind could catch up. His eyes burned with frustration as he charged forward, his voice raw with accusation.