Eva's gaze remained fixed on the ground, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Her voice was soft, yet unwavering, as she sought to navigate the tempest of emotions swirling within her.
"I apologize, Master, for failing you," she murmured, her tone laced with palpable humility. "I only wished to come to your aid, to spare you from the flames that devoured all you held dear. My pow... my powers are limited, and I am but a humble servant, unworthy of standing against the forces that brought such tragedy upon us."
Donald Jr. scoffed in disbelief "Really?" His voice carried an edge of derision; a bitter retort, laced with lingering distrust as he grappled with the weight of her humble words.
