The Berserker, still flushed with aura, stepped forward and glared at the four. His lips curled into a mocking snarl. "You bastards really thought you could touch the Goddess's offerings? You've only succeeded in painting yourselves as fools."
"Cuff them," Xavier said calmly.
The guards obeyed immediately, iron shackles clamping down on wrists and ankles. The thieves winced and cursed, their bodies too damaged to resist.
Jack growled, his voice hoarse, full of hatred. "Don't… don't think this is the end. Our syndicate will—"
Crack!
Xavier's boot pressed down on his shoulder, silencing him with a sharp grunt. His eyes glowed faintly, silver and merciless. "Threats from a man on his knees mean nothing. You had your chance. You wasted it."
Silas trembled, his broken jaw making his words slur. "…Who… who are you?"
Xavier tilted his head, his smirk cruel. "Just a guard. Lady Seraphina's guard."
The words hit them harder than the kick had. The guards behind Xavier chuckled grimly.
