Lysander studied Kaelix for a moment, after Kaelix said, "We have," Kaelix agreed. His voice hardened. "But it's not over. Not until the king of Mbuzuoria and his son feel the weight of the pain they've caused."
He noted the tight set of Kaelix's jaw and the flicker of raw determination in his silver eyes. "You're right," Lysander said, his voice low but firm. "It's not over until their legacy is nothing but ash, and the world remembers why you don't cross us."
Kaelix exhaled, his breath visible in the early evening air. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon. "When this is done, there won't be a soul left to utter their names without trembling," he said, his tone sharp and unyielding.
Lysander's lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. "With the way you've handled everything, I bet they won't ever think of crossing you in their next life. Your wrath alone is enough to send shivers down anyone's spine."
