"You… want to fight me…?" Keyesen let out a hollow, disbelieving laugh.
He didn't understand much of what was going on. He had always been too rash and arrogant in his life, so there was quite a lot his grandfather and father had simply never told him.
The mere fact that upon their first meeting in so long Keyesen had said that he would kill Eliwine was proof enough of this. But now, Eliwine was dead by a careless swipe of Sylas' scythe and now he found himself in league with a sea of traitors.
To top it off, there was all of this pent up fury within him that he didn't quite know what to do with. It was like the world was pulling the greatest practical joke on him.
This… was not funny at all. Not in the slightest.
Keyesen began to walk down the stairs. He passed by Bella's stunned form as though she wasn't worth more than the crap and shit by the side of the road to him, his eyes seeping with a crimson light.
