With a thought, vita swirled before Nyx, and in a flash, the perfect image of the woman's face materialized in the air.
Malakai gave a curt nod and turned to leave.
"Let's go—"
"Wait!"
Malakai paused mid step and turned back toward her.
The woman exhaled sharply, staring at him with a horrified gaze.
'He's insane…'
Every word he'd said was half true, but that didn't matter. In the eyes of the Sovereign, his report would be everything.
If the Ninth Vein claimed she'd attacked him, she might as well dig her own grave. The entire west would come for her.
"Why are you twisting everything!?" she demanded. "None of that happened!"
"That is for me to determine," he said. "Now stop wasting my time. Who are you?"
The woman clenched her fists.
'He leaves me no choice.'
Who would've thought a fourteen year old could be this cunning?
"…My name is…"
…
"Elara Sanguine. Are you familiar with the name?"
The instant Malakai stepped back into the carriage, he asked without preamble.
