"Tsk, what a weakling," Gendry sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he watched Azrael vanish into the shadows. "Running like a coward—how disappointing." His broad frame stood silhouetted against the crumbling arches of the Lust Castle, his green eyes glinting with mockery.
"Shut up," Scarlett snapped, her voice sharp as a blade. She raised her hands, fingers tracing arcane symbols in the air. With a flick of her wrists, ice spears materialized—jagged, glinting shards that hurtled toward Gendry and his companions with lethal precision.
