Elen'Var narrowed his eyes, and his voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade: "And those two... they kill their own people. Who else here is a traitor besides you?"
'This guy is spellbound...' Kael thought, analyzing his mana before laughing unintentionally.
Kael let out a low, tired laugh. A hoarse sound, without joy. He still held the mana sword that Elen'Var had thrown, and the silver glow of the blade reflected in his eyes, darkened by the effort.
"Interesting to hear that from you," he replied, planting his feet firmly among the rubble. "... accusing me of treason without even knowing the faces of those you pretend to protect."
Elen'Var's golden eyes narrowed even further.
"Are you accusing me of blindness, heretic?"
Kael ignored the provocation and nodded toward one of the fallen bodies—one of the first to be killed by the traps.
"How about checking?" he said. "See with your own eyes who really fell here. See who you're so eager to avenge."
