"Your Majesty, please forgive us," Vraxxis begged, his voice trembling violently as he fell to his knees. "We failed to bring Lady Riona."
I felt a surge of unease, my heart racing with every passing moment. "What do you mean you couldn't bring her back?" I demanded, my tone firm, laced with concern and a hint of menace.
Xorax hesitated, his eyes darting nervously to Vraxxis, seeking reassurance before speaking in a quivering voice. "S-she was... consumed by fury, Your Majesty," he stammered. "Her eyes blazed with anger and resentment, burning brighter with every passing moment. We tried to reason with her, to calm the storm raging within, but she refused to yield."
He swallowed hard, his voice cracking under the weight of his words. "She would not accompany us, Your Majesty. Her refusal was absolute.
My gaze narrowed, my eyes burning with intensity. "Where is Azazel now?" I pressed, my voice low and deadly.
