At first, their expressions were filled with anger—especially Flareth, Zarion, Terra, and Zephyra. Their eyes burned with rage, hands trembling, fists clenched. The air around them grew tense, heavy with judgment.
But Miranda and Solis quickly stepped forward, raising their hands gently to stop the others. Solis's voice, though calm, carried the weight of divine authority.
"Wait," she said. "Let him speak. Let her speak."
All eyes turned to me. I looked at Runa, who stood silently beside me. Her head was bowed, her small frame trembling. The once-mighty creature, feared as a Godslayer, now looked no more than a scared child.
I gave her a soft smile and gently placed a hand on her head.
"You should be the one to say it," I whispered. "You've already made your decision, haven't you?"
Runa looked up at me with wide, uncertain eyes—but then she nodded, slowly but firmly. She stepped forward, and with a deep breath, she began to speak.
