Zyraeth's expression changed on the spot.
He spun around, and the fury in his eyes burst through every restraint in an instant.
The core power that had been flowing slowly in his palm also flared with that sudden loss of control. Great waves of gold intertwined with chaos blasted outward from his body, forcing several subordinates standing too close to instinctively retreat half a step.
"How is that possible?"
His voice was terrifyingly heavy, every word dropping like a sledgehammer.
"Varex is my First Champion. His energy isn't even beneath mine. How could he possibly be killed?"
He stared daggers at the soldier who'd reported it, the fire in his eyes pressed to the edge.
"You're spreading false intelligence. Someone—kill him."
The soldier remained prostrate, showing not a trace of panic.
