"No."
There wasn't a shred of doubt in his tone.
"I'll kill this bastard without any blessing," he declared, his lips curling into a bloody smirk. His pale face, smeared with dirt and blood, exuded a twisted sort of confidence, a raw determination that sent chills down the spine of anyone who dared look into his eyes.
It would mean nothing to defeat Ajax with the blessings of the gods. That hollow victory held no value for Nathan—not when this fight was deeply personal. Aisha's memory burned in his chest, fueling his resolve. This wasn't just about vengeance; it was about his pride as a man, as Aisha's man.
Nathan wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his lips, a small smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. "Magic and mana don't work on you, I see," he murmured, his voice calm yet edged with an icy determination.
