Moraxor, his voice shaking with emotion, continued to address Rowena, defiance flickering in his eyes, "I won't let my daughter be reduced to a slave," he declared, each word resonating with determination, "We would rather die than have the last vestiges of our dignity crushed underfoot."
His words hung heavily in the air, revealing the strength that still lay within the defeated king. The crowd fell silent, struck by the raw emotion in his voice. Even those who despised the Umbralfiends couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for the king's unwavering resolve.
Narissara, her gaze fixed on her husband, reached out to grasp his hand, a show of unity and support. Her own expression mirrored Moraxor's, filled with equal parts defiance and fear for their daughter's fate.
But before his words could settle, Isola found her voice and spoke up, her tone desperate and filled with determination.
