The further you run from your sins, the more exhausted you are when they catch up to you.
Hena was the Forth Crown of Dwarkam.
Crowns were the ultimate rulers and her father was one of them.
They were above the Halocrats and that was to say they also knew how much cruelty those gilded trash exerted on the people lower than them.
So if one such Crown got a taste of his own medicine, if one such Crown got humiliated and hunted what else was it if not karma.
For Zane, what happened to Hena and her father wasn't tragic as for the young gutterborn, it only meant one thing.
"Your sins simply caught up to you."
At those words, Draxus snapped.
WHISH!
He arrived faster than light and before anyone knew it, Zane was pinned to the wall.
Draxus held Zane by his neck, glaring at him.
"Take that back." He growled.
Zane showed no fear.
"I have confronted the Emberlord, Draxus. What makes you think I will change my words for you?"
