Moments earlier, after Revant had delivered a jaw-dropping response to Koll—well-deserved, no doubt.
The Broken Tyrant's stance on Koll and his master's "kingdom to come" had been bluntly stated. Koll practically dripped with pity for the Tyrant.
He had even sneered:
"You are a broken fool with shattered pride. You should be groveling at my feet to save yourself, yet I offer you abundant kindness, and you—being the broken wretch that you are—dare refuse."
His words oozed luxury and richness, almost making Revant think his refusal had wounded Koll more than necessary.
Did the bastard actually believe, even for a moment, that his offer would be accepted?
Revant couldn't help but consider this Tyrant a complete fool if he truly did.
They clashed again. This time, the battle proved less captivating than before. The vessel Koll wielded was an endless refraction of light. Hence there were no organs for Revant to harvest.
