The battlefield is still trembling when Mhazul's words land like a hammer. His gaze pins Gorvak and Selira in place, sharp as steel.
Selira lowers her head, flames flickering faintly around her. Her voice is tight, almost formal.
"…Yes, Sir Mhazul."
Gorvak wipes blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His gravelly voice rumbles out steady.
"We'll see it done. Wouldn't dare keep the King waiting."
Mhazul studies them both for a moment longer. The chains on his axes clink softly in the quiet, a reminder of the violence they had just witnessed. Though they all stand at peak Tier 6, the weight of his presence crushes down heavier than the spirit beast ever did.
They know it—both of them. Even together, they wouldn't last long if Mhazul chose to turn his weapons on them.
With a final grunt, Mhazul turns and follows after Alix, his heavy steps fading into the silence left behind.
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