"Ragnar!"
Myrasyn's voice hit the field like a whip crack.
The elf queen stood with her staff blazing, full of gathered mana. The fury on her face needed no explanation.
"Have you lost your mind?! What are you doing?!"
Ragnar released his grip on Quinlan's neck as the collar clasped shut.
"What I had to, for the future of my people."
"For the future of your people?! You just doomed them! Quinlan is the future of this continent! Everything we've been working toward is now ruined! You are destroying it with your own hands!"
Ragnar scoffed.
"Listen to yourself. Everything we've been working toward, ruined? We marched here to conquer the Vraven Kingdom, Myrasyn. To break Alexios and claim the continent for Elvardia. That is what we've been working toward." His hand swept toward the collared Primordial Villain bleeding in the dirt. "Not this. Not whatever you've been doing with him."
