"You should've stayed buried, Zareth."
The voice sliced through the stillness like a blade across flesh.
Zareth didn't turn.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't blink.
"You finally remember my name," he said calmly, his hand still resting on the blood-stained stone. "That's cute."
Artemis stepped out of the smoke, dragging a corpse behind him…its face half-melted, its armor bearing Liora's sigil.
Archer followed, sword drawn, eyes cold.
"You were there the night the Moonstone seal shattered," Archer said. "You fed her information."
Zareth chuckled softly. "And you think you're the first to figure it out?"
Haelyn's voice came from behind them. "You were supposed to be family."
"I was," Zareth replied. "Until your family left mine to burn."
Seraphis stepped into the half-circle, magic glowing at her fingertips. "Speak carefully. You're not going to walk away from this."
"I don't need to," Zareth said.
Then he finally turned.
And smiled.
"The wolves needed a villain. I gave them one."
