The Queen's gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the three figures before her.
"Jabez, you disappoint me," she declared, her voice laced with a frigid authority that sent shivers down their spines.
"...?!"
Jabez looked up, his eyes wide with confusion.
"I... I won't dare, my Queen!!" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
"Shut up!" she hissed, a wave of raw energy bursting forth from her, smashing into the trio and sending them hurtling meters backward.
They slammed into the ground, a guttural cough forcing mouthfuls of blood from their lips.
Without a moment's hesitation, they scrambled up, their bodies aching, and knelt again, their heads bowed in fervent supplication.
"Do you know why I am disappointed?" she asked, her tone dangerously calm, while the three shook their heads in terrified ignorance.
"You found such a weak body, and expected what? Praise?!!" she scoffed, the words cutting like ice.
