"You were never a rightful prince." Her voice was quiet, almost gentle, yet filled with a crushing weight of judgment, each word delivered clearly and coldly. "You are nothing more than a mad dog that should have been put down long ago."
Her calm declaration cut through the air, each syllable hitting harder than any scream or shout. Auron recoiled as though physically struck, the truth piercing his inflated ego deeper than any blade could. He opened his mouth to protest further, but before he could form another word, his body jerked violently as though seized by an unseen force. The hidden Technomancer mist buried inside him reacted with fury, unleashed in a wild, uncontrolled eruption. Tendrils of shadowy mist clawed and twisted, pouring from his chest in writhing streams, desperate and enraged.
