The Alpha remained silent, his gaze growing distant as if veiled by a growing shadow. The weight of Medea's words settled heavily upon him, an invisible burden that he struggled to comprehend.
Her voice faltered into a fading echo, as if his ears had turned deaf from the blaring flatline that reverberated in his mind.
"Guards!" Lucas' voice cut through the mounting tension when he could no longer stand Medea's insult, a desperate attempt to halt her venomous tirade. The guards then swiftly entered the room to escort Medea away.
Her final, mad laughter echoed down the corridor as she was dragged away, leaving a chilling residue in the air.
"You Pureblood bastards are never going to escape it!" she roared, her voice carrying the weight of her delirium. "You are destined to shed each other's blood until the end of time! It's the cursed fate you must bear for oppressing us and taking away the Supreme Power from us...!!"
