The moment Lioren finally arrived, the tension drained from Azriel's muscles all at once, and before he even realized it, a relieved sigh escaped him. As chaotic and out of hand as everything had become, Azriel had still managed to accomplish exactly what he had set out to do: buy them time. Lioren had mentioned placing a blood tracker on him earlier, and Celestina had needed time to heal Lumine enough that moving him would no longer risk his life. On that front, Azriel had done more than enough.
"A traitor to Dusk. A traitor to Crimson. A traitor to Frost. And a traitor to Nebula."
Lioren's voice rolled through the empty chamber like the waves of a raging ocean crashing against the shore.
"Treason against all the great clans is treason against humanity itself."
Corven's face hardened and cooled at once as he looked up at Lioren, who stared back down at him with aloof, emotionless eyes of pure black.
