"I have a question for you, Your Majesty," I suddenly say, my expression turning serious.
Old man Duke's eyes widen slightly, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. He braces himself for the impending conversation, realizing that this is no longer a casual exchange between a grandfather and his grandson.
"Why did you do what you did?" I continue, my voice tinged with a mix of anger and accusation. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? You used Misty and me as bargaining chips with the humans. Not only that, but you also conspired with the witches and manipulated Zella, separating us. You made her lie to me, claiming she cheated on me after getting pregnant."
As the words leave my mouth, my eyes glow with a fiery red hue, my menacing aura filling the room. Old man Duke feels a lump form in his throat, as beads of sweat trickles down his face. He realizes that he's no longer facing his grandson, but the Protoss—an entity fueled by anger and betrayal.
