"His mana…" Riven's voice was barely more than a whisper, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides.
Nyx's expression twisted with disgust, her lip curling as she spat onto the ground. "One of them," she hissed, as if just speaking of it dirtied her tongue. "A Solis Paladin."
"Well… one in training, anyway," Riven muttered, his jaw locking. His mind flickered back—memories of the Shadow Kingdom's final moments, of a battlefield drenched in gold and crimson, of the Solis Paladins cutting through his people without hesitation, without mercy.
And now, standing before him, was one of those bastards in the flesh.
