"You spineless worm—!" Cedrin snarled, frost Qi flickering weakly around him. "How dare you implicate me in front of—"
"Enough." Elion's voice cut through like a sharp wind.
Cedrin froze mid-sentence, his body trembling under the crushing weight of Elion's Cryos Domain.
Frost crept across the floor, its icy tendrils inching toward the remaining elders like judgment given form.
Elion's golden eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "I didn't ask for excuses," he said, his tone firm but laced with simmering anger. "I asked for the truth. Spill it."
The elder's lips quivered, his voice barely audible as he looked away. "We… we thought we could control him," he admitted, shoulders hunched under the invisible weight of Elion's presence. "But the young master—he wasn't like the others."
