The moment Anos unsheathed the Celestial Serpent Blade, a surge of cold rage flared across Owen's face. That sword-it was unmistakably Sofia's. Owen had long suspected a connection between them, but now, seeing her blade in Anos's hand, his suspicions solidified into bitter certainty. His fingers tightened around his own weapon, a wicked grin twisting his lips as he watched Anos, his mind spiraling into darker thoughts.
So this was the brat Sofia had grown fond of. Owen seethed, the idea grating against his ego. "If she thinks I'll stand by while some little upstart takes her, she's deluded," he sneered internally. "Fine. I'll crush him, right here. And when I'm done, I'll make Sofia regret ever laying eyes on him." As far as Owen was concerned, Sofia was fair game- someone to toy with until he was bored, then discard like yesterday's trash. Letting her see just how easily he could erase her so-called "champion" would make that victory all the sweeter.
