A tense silence lasted for a few seconds as their eyes met.
Gaston's concerns weren't nonsense. He had seen people who became skewed after holding power, Moira being the best example.
He gritted his teeth, jaws protruding and blade trembling.
But he had also seen individuals like Ignatius: true bastards from the beginning. People like him sought power only to indulge in their depraved activities... like Gaston.
A bitter scoff escaped his lips as a sneer twisted his face.
"And you want to make me believe that you became reasonable? Ha! You've been evil since childhood. Lucius and Max told us. Even that snake Eleanor shared their opinions. Now tell me. Why should I let you live?"
As he armed his arm, ready to cut through the wind and obliterate Gaston's soul, the latter exploded into disturbing laughter.
