The dockyard air hung thick with tension.
Lashbite, the whip-wielding supervillain henchwoman, leaned toward Skullrend, her wild red hair brushing his arm.
"Boss, what's the play? She's losin' it—do we move?" Her voice was sharp, impatient, her fingers twitching around her coiled weapon. But Skullrend's red eye glinted, too absorbed in the unfolding drama to care. He waved her off with a cybernetic hand, his gravelly rasp cutting through. "Shut it. Don't bug me—I wanna see how this plays out."
His lips curled into a twisted smirk, savoring the suspense like a predator watching prey squirm. Lashbite scowled, doubtful, but retreated to her position, whip snapping faintly in the air.
Ryn stepped closer to Frostveil, his amber eyes softening despite the chaos around them. He asked again, "Why?" voice low and steady. "What happened? Why are you sorry?"
