Morvane was cornered, his back almost literally against the wall. Medas loomed over him, his presence suffocating and crackling with tension. Accusations hung heavy in the air, each word driving deeper into the fragile thread of their friendship.
"You killed Hiraya, didn't you?" Medas growled, his voice low and venomous. His telekinetic aura pulsed faintly, an unconscious reflection of his growing fury.
"I didn't—" Morvane began, his voice faltering. He wanted to tell the truth, to let everything spill out, but the weight of it threatened to crush him. Medas couldn't know—not all of it.
"Stop lying!" Medas shouted, his voice echoing through the chamber. "You admitted you're evil, you admitted you killed Drace, and now you're dodging everything about Hiraya! Tell me the truth, Morvane, before I make you!"
