Chapter 705 – Above Our Pay Grade
He turned his gaze toward Vizreel first.
"And you," Vaeloryn continued, tone mild but edged with disappointment. "Guardian of Balance… reduced to theatrical incompetence."
Vizreel's jaw clenched slightly.
He stayed down.
He stayed dying.
"Why…" he rasped.
Vaeloryn ignored him, his gaze shifted.
Settled on Lux.
Lux felt it like a blade sliding across his soul contract.
Vaeloryn's lip curled slightly.
"I suppose," he said, "I will begin by removing this… disgusting infernal thing first."
Lux twitched convincingly, letting his head roll sideways like he barely had strength to move.
"Rude…" he rasped faintly.
Vaeloryn extended one hand.
Light gathered around his palm. Not warm holy light. Surgical annihilation light. The kind that erased existence with bureaucratic efficiency.
Vizreel's fingers tightened slightly against the ground.
Lux saw it.
He remained still.
Still broken.
Still dying.
