This is not the end. The thought burned in his mind as he stumbled forward. His people could still be saved. He would not die until he saw it through. Death would be the last thing to claim him.
Suddenly, he collapsed, clutching his head in agony as laughter echoed within his mind—a woman's laughter.
Vorenza, the demon of temptation, watched him through unseen eyes, a sly grin curling her lips. She had not expected these ratmen to produce such a strong-willed soul, and her interest was piqued. The Chief's defiance made him all the more enticing—a soul worth breaking.
"Ah, such stubbornness," Vorenza murmured to herself, her gaze alight with wicked delight. "I'll enjoy watching him fall."
Her thoughts danced with depraved anticipation, imagining the transformation and corruption of a man so determined. The Chief's story was far from over, and Vorenza intended to play a starring role.
