Sylvaris's body twitched in disbelief, and then the fury exploded from his throat.
"She's stealing my core—hey, hey, wait a second, what the fuck is going on here? This is actually insane. Not only did that bastard wish for my death, but now she—she even stole my fucking power? Fuck… this woman…"
His voice cracked through the memory like a trumpet, but he knew the truth—it didn't matter how loud he screamed. No one could hear him here. No one could turn back time.
"Fine. I'll deal with her later. I'll make her spill where the hell she hid my core, and if she plays dumb—she'll be eating shit for breakfast. No one steals from me and walks away smiling. No one."
The rage tightened in his chest like a collar, but it wasn't blind anymore—it was focused, burning with the clarity of betrayal.
