Chapter 285: A Piece of Something Larger (2)
"Grief might explain what you became," Draven said. His voice was a freezing, unshakable anchor that cut through the ancient pressure. "But it does not excuse you."
Draven raised his dark blade, pointing the steel directly at the clone's chest.
"Lord Commander Vell bled in the mud to buy his people time," Draven stated coldly. "Theron died holding a barricade he did not have to hold. Thousands of people are starving in this district right now because they refuse to lay down and die. You mock the shield, but you are the one driving the knife into the backs of the people holding it."
Draven's gray eyes were like chips of glacial ice behind his mask.
"You did not embrace the truth," Draven rejected fiercely. "You are a slave to your own loss. You are just a coward hiding inside a god."
Malakor did not scream. He did not fly into a manic, unhinged rage at the insult.
