"Mohr… why?" I asked, forcing my expression to harden, letting anger show even though my mind was already moving in a different direction.
From what I had gathered so far, the prince named Ryan had died the moment that attack landed, and I had taken his place right after. The transition had been clean, almost too clean, and that alone told me enough about the kind of level the crimson zone operated on.
Also, there was no room for mistakes here. If I wanted to survive, I had to play this role properly.
Mohr's surprise didn't last long. It twisted quickly into anger, his grip tightening around the sword as he took a step forward.
"Why?" he repeated, his voice rising. "You still dare to ask why?"
His eyes burned with something far deeper than simple hatred.
