A chill crawled down my spine. There was no sorrow in his words, no regret. Just cold, absolute finality.
Fafnir narrowed his eyes, his voice laced with disbelief. "How are you alive?"
The Beneath One remained silent, unmoving.
Fafnir took a step forward, his claws tightening. "I saw you fall, Ignisar. I saw you take your last breath. That should have been the end."
For the first time, the Beneath One reacted. A subtle shift, a faint tremor in the air—so minuscule, yet impossible to miss, and His head turned ever so slightly toward Fafnir.
His voice, though hollow and devoid of emotion, carried something new beneath it. Something almost disturbed.
"You… remember?"
Fafnir's eyes darkened. "I never forget how you bretayed me, and how you had fallen."
The Beneath One stood motionless, but his presence twisted the very space around us. Then, at last, he spoke.
"Betrayed?"
A pause.
