Christopher Borgias' mind was spiraling in desperation, his body trembling with the searing pain shooting through his feet.
The creatures closed in on him, their monstrous forms looming over him like shadows of death, but his rage, his pride, burned brighter than the pain. He glared at the figure standing behind the creatures, the one who had been taunting him—Lyerin.
"Who are you?" Christopher shouted, his voice hoarse with agony, but filled with fury. "Who the hell do you think you are? You'll die for this! You think I'm the only one? You think I'm the last? Lucius will come for you! Aria will find you, and when she does, you'll wish you were never born! Varus, Kira—they're stronger than me, stronger than you could ever imagine!" His voice cracked, his breathing ragged, but he couldn't stop.
