The air grew heavy with tension as Devonte's voice echoed, sharp and commanding. "What did you call me?" His eyes glowed faintly, betraying the anger bubbling beneath his calm exterior. The name that had spilled from Albus's lips ignited an immediate fury within him, like a flame set to dry kindling.
Albus, trembling under the weight of their piercing gazes, stammered in response. "Xavian? Commander Xavian… you…you truly are him!"
Denzal's expression darkened, his voice low and dangerous. "You dare dig up that name? The name our legends buried long ago?"
The old man's legs gave out beneath him, his body collapsing to the ground. His voice faltered, riddled with fear and urgency. "Commander Xavian… we are in danger!"
Before he could finish, his body sagged further, unable to withstand the immense pressure radiating from the Lycan Kings. Fiona, who had been hurrying down the path, gasped at the sight of her husband crumpled before the two towering figures.