"I am officially declaring my intention." Zen paused, allowing it to sink in. "I am taking every last one of my soul fragments back from you."
Total silence followed Zen's declaration.
The five most powerful beings on the continent simply stared at the man sitting at the head of the table. For five centuries, they had convinced themselves that they were his protectors, his wardens, the reluctant saviours of a broken world.
But in just one single breath, Zen had shattered that illusion.
He was no longer their prisoner; he was the predator, and he had just made it clear that they were the prey.
Selene was the first to break.
Reeling from the exposure of her failed assassination attempt, the Sanctum Goddess threw herself forward. She slammed her hands against the cold obsidian table, her silver eyes wide and brimming with desperate tears.
