The cold night air hung heavy in Morvane's room, thick with tension. Shadows flickered ominously as Drevon leaned casually against the wall, his presence dark and foreboding.
Morvane stood between Meira and Drevon, his fists clenched, his body taut with defiance. "I will never kill you, Meira!" he shouted, his voice raw with conviction. "I will never kill an innocent being!"
Drevon's eyes gleamed with amusement, his tone calm but insistent. "You're being foolish, Morvane. This isn't about morality. This is about survival — hers, yours, and the future of Baltalaha. You have the chance to claim power that could change everything."
Meira, though weak and trembling, raised her voice in defiance. "Morvane," she said, her voice breaking but determined, "I'm not going to hate you for this. If my death can give you the strength to protect others, then I will trust that you'll use my power for the greater good."