"It appears to me that you failed," Arthur said quietly, his voice carrying absolute finality across the chamber of broken bodies. "It's my turn now."
The words landed like a death sentence.
Those still conscious enough to understand felt ice flood their veins. The summoned beasts that had remained stationary throughout the one-sided battle began moving, circling the defeated awakeners with predatory anticipation.
Arthur's gaze swept across the scattered bodies before settling on one specific figure attempting to crawl away from the beasts.
Ryker Fate, his ribs shattered from Arthur's earlier strike, dragged himself across the floor with desperate, whimpering sounds. Blood leaked from his mouth where internal injuries manifested, his Enhanced Strength talent doing nothing to help him now.
"Start with him," Arthur commanded coldly, pointing at his cousin.
