"You hold no seat.
No authority.
No power.
Then what makes you different?
Are you perhaps… suggesting you are superior to us all for some reason?"
Vandra asked with a sharp look on her face and this time, more people turned towards Draksis with narrowed eyes.
For a moment, Draksis froze. He had expected Kael, Lavinia or maybe even the Matriarch to interrupt him. He was prepared to face them all as long as he had people on his side but this…
This was completely out of his expectations.
Yes, he knew there were some crazy fools who treated that man like a God, but these fools weren't daring enough to speak till now, they had never raised their voice before, then…
Then why now!?
Why was every single one of them glaring at him with that gaze?
Draksis observed these people to find the answer and the only thing he could see was… Vandra herself.
And the more he looked at her, the uglier his face got until finally—
His face twisted.
"You're a mindless devotee,"
He spat.
