Third Person's POV
Her crimson eyes locked onto him.
"Is the account of this young man true, Logan?" she asked coldly.
Her tone was calm, yet every word carried undeniable authority.
It was obvious from her manner that she had not only recognized the old bony monster cum deacon, but was also well aware of his reputation.
Before Logan could respond, the wily earth deacon hurriedly stepped forward, unable to restrain himself.
"How could Senior Logan do such a thing, Lady Raven?" he said loudly, feigning righteousness.
"He was merely trying to prevent that violent brat's tyranny and lawlessness. You shouldn't listen to that bo—"
"Did I ask you to speak?"
Lady Raven turned her head sharply toward him and cut him off mid-sentence.
This time, her voice was no longer indifferent.
Instead, it was cold, sharp, commanding, and filled with power.
