Elberich's generals dismounted, letting Rhyne out of his sack unceremoniously as he unsheathed his sword to ensure he wouldn't attempt an escape.
"Rhyne... It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Justinian spoke in cold contempt, looking at Rhyne as if he wasn't worth to even look at.
"J-justinian..."
"I see you have lost control of your pawns."
Rhyne's fury rose as he heard Justinian's words, wanting to strangle him here and now.
How dare a neglectful idiot like him speak to him like that?
He was worthless, under him, inferior in every way-
THUD.
Rhyne's face met cold steel as Justinian delivered a powerful kick straight onto his face, his face now marked with the impact.
"Was it worth it?"
Justinian snickered, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him to look him straight in the eye.
"Tell me... did you really think you would succeed?"
"G-go to hell."
Rhyne responded, spitting at his face, but Justinian easily dodged it, his face less than amused by the act of defiance.
