"Demon King Fenrir, they say—what a joke. He's nothing more than a broken shadow of what he used to be. I wonder if he—"
"Shut up."
Rui's voice cut through the air like a blade, low and dangerous. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, and for a moment, Lysandra could feel an oppressive heat radiating from her.
Lysandra smirked, though a flicker of unease crossed her face. "Did I hit a nerve?"
Rui took a step forward, her claws emerging as she balled her fists. "Say one more word about Fenrir. Just one. I dare you."
"Rui," Mary Ann said calmly, though there was a dangerous edge to her voice. She turned her sharp gaze to Lysandra, her expression cold. "Do you think you're untouchable just because you're standing on your master's territory? Keep running your mouth, and you'll learn very quickly how wrong you are."
