With the eruption of the tower leader's rage, the protective runes on the walls lit up one after another, and the restraint rings around Lioran glowed more intensely.
For the first time, Lioran truly recoiled.
The tower leader rose from his seat. His eyes no longer held that cold, calculating gaze from moments ago.
In them was a rage that had been fueled by years of grief, regret, and hatred.
"My daughter died because of you." His voice was low, but every word landed like a blow in the room.
Lioran tried to say something.
"I..."
The tower leader shouted:
"Silence." The wave of his pressure made Lioran's chains rattle.
"You made her kill herself with her own hands."
"Broke her will."
"Destroyed her mana rings, and then recorded her death as suicide."
The tower leader's breathing had grown heavy, and his voice trembled more with each sentence.
"For years, you let me live with the thought that my daughter had been disappointed in me."
"For years, I blamed myself."
