The words hit Velix like a blow, twisting his expression with anger. He hadn't expected the mysterious face to be aware of the outcome of the war in the Desert of Chaos, nor to uncover his deepest fears.
"Are you threatening me?" Velix asked coldly.
A powerful surge of momentum erupted from his body, thickening the tension in the throne room.
However, the face remained unfazed. Its expression stayed indifferent, the mocking smile still lingering on its lips.
"Threatening you? It seems you've misunderstood me, Velix Larrison," it replied calmly. "What I spoke was merely a fact, one you should have already realized. Of course, if you choose to see it as a threat, that's your decision."
Velix fell silent, unable to find a response.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the anger burning within him and looked at the face with cold indifference.
