There was a moment where Morvyr wasn't entirely certain what to do.
The sudden change in the devil's presence had been far greater than anything he expected from that single hesitation.
Yet he could understand why.
Noah wasn't angry because Morvyr had refused to answer. If anything, the devil had already proven that he understood why Morvyr couldn't speak for his Queen.
What had triggered this reaction was the possibility behind that hesitation.
The possibility that despite everything Morvyr revealed, the Queen could still decide that manipulating Noah remained the better option.
And judging by the devils' pressuring aura, he had taken that possibility far more personally than Morvyr anticipated.
Morvyr's attention briefly shifted toward those standing behind him.
His elves were still managing to hold themselves upright, while the goblin chieftain remained braced heavily against his staff. But he could tell that their bodies wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
