The sound of footsteps entered her ears. Her eyes, filled with blood, shifted in the direction from which the sound was coming, eventually falling upon the person responsible for her current predicament.
She couldn't help but give a weak smile as she remembered all the simulations she had run in her mind. At the end of the day, the Emperor had been wrong. The First Sun was simply too ridiculous, with or without his soul-bound katana.
Malrik walked towards her, his sun-forged katana followed beside him as though it possessed a consciousness of its own, much like Solaris. But it didn't.
"Any last words?"
Malrik asked as he squatted down to her level, meeting her gaze while resting his hands on his knees.
She considered Malrik's question for a moment before speaking.
"There is simply no way you Wargraves are this strong. Your family definitely possesses a great secret."
