"Even your absolute mastery of aura cannot do anything against the will of heaven. You are nothing but a mortal who has forgotten his place."
Sulyvhan raised his head, his silver hair soiled with ash and blood. His gaze fixed on Loriel, who continued to observe him from the skies, impassive. It was at that moment that something broke definitively inside him. It was not his body, nor even his will... it was the ultimate bond that still connected him to humanity and to hope.
A cold anger, of an unimaginable density, began to boil at the center of his being.
"You speak of my place..." he murmured, his voice having become a hiss that made the traitors shiver. "But you ignore that the predator is the most dangerous when it is cornered."
