"If it weren't for the Female Master intervening when she did," Dax snapped coldly, his words striking like a blade, "you would already be kneeling before the Beast God—head bowed, waiting to be judged."
There was no warmth in his voice, no trace of mercy. Only blunt, unfiltered disdain.
"You can barely keep yourself alive," he continued, eyes narrowing as they raked over Sylas with cutting precision. "So tell me—how, exactly, do you think you're fit to protect the Female Master in that condition?"
Each word landed sharp and merciless, leaving no room to dodge or soften the blow. Sylas Ruan felt his face burn as if he'd been slapped. Heat rushed to his ears, his pulse pounding loudly in his head, while embarrassment and frustration twisted together in his chest until it became hard to breathe.
