King Geoffrey stood trembling on his royal balcony, his voice cracking with fury as he screamed at the soldiers around him, none of whom listened.
"You traitors! Filthy, ungrateful rats! I gave you power, rank..!"
"Where is Harper?! Harper will tear these bastards apart! HARPER!"
Thoom. Thoom.
The sound wasn't footsteps, it was judgment.
From the far end of the square, Harper finally emerged.
He didn't rush. He didn't speak. His very presence silenced the battlefield.
King Geoffrey's breath hitched. "Yes… yes! My warrior. My S+ hybrid. Kill them all."
But Harper didn't move.
He raised a clawed hand and pointed at the two figures stepping forward, Corpuz and Broner.
"You've chosen betrayal," Harper growled.
Corpuz nocked an arrow, his stance cool and precise. "We chose what's right."
Broner crossed his twin swords, their edges crackling faintly. "We chose to fight for the future."
A pause.
Then Harper smirked, his voice low and dangerous. "Then you'll die together."
