As the silver threads binding Cyan dissipated with a crackle of fading magic, his gaze landed on Lee, a storm brewing in his eyes. His knuckles were white where they clutched the makeshift staff, anger twisting his features into a mask of barely contained fury.
"He betrayed us," Cyan snarled, his voice ragged with emotion. "He poisoned Shayma, used me… manipulated us all. I should be the one to end him, make him pay for the pain he's caused."
Aurelia, wings tensed beside Falcon, met his gaze with a calmness that mirrored the rising sun. "Vengeance won't bring back what's lost, Cyan," she said, her voice soft but firm. "It will only consume you from within."
