"Yes," I said, my tone steady. "I killed your father."
Amberine's breath hitched. Her eyes widened, disbelief and fury battling for dominance in her gaze. For a moment, it felt like the whole chamber had frozen in place. The confession echoed off the stone walls, reverberating with the weight of its finality.
I could see the fire building in her, the flames licking at the edges of her control. Her mana, which had seemed drained from the earlier battle, flared back to life. But it wasn't hers alone. The familiar presence of Ifrit surged beneath her skin, visible in the faint flicker of light beneath her robes. The air around her grew hot, the temperature spiking as Ifrit fed off her emotions, feeding the rage that threatened to consume her.
