With a flick of his wrist, Caen pointed the dark sword at the ground, causing a crack to form on the surface. The crack extended rapidly, creating a deep chasm that separated the Young Gods from him.
"I trusted you," Caen's voice resonated with disappointment and anger. "I gave you my protection, and my trust, and this is how you repay me? By being greedy? Over a small thing like that?"
"If you had come to me, and asked me to let you keep it, I would've done so without hesitation. But you..."
Elysia took a step forward, her voice quivering with emotion. "Caen, we didn't mean to betray you. We were afraid that if we told you, you might get hurt again or that others might try to steal it from you, when you were already injured. We were about to tell you as soon as we uncovered anything!"
