Seeing the despair in the eyes of the snake as he landed on the right pan of the bone scale, Rendon didn't forget to say.
"Don't bother to try and beg, the curse of "Betrayal Retribution" gives its caster the power to read the cursed one's inner thoughts, so I perfectly know how much you are cursing me… not like you can even speak unless I allow you to, though".
Obviously, someone like the snake who sold his native magic beast fellow to the Lords in order to preserve his life, would do anything to survive, so the only reason as to why there wasn't even a peep coming from his mouth, is because Rendon had sealed his capacity to speak.
"From the very beginning we both knew we couldn't trust each other, but since you and that bastard Marcus were so thorough in planning how to screw me over… die with as most regrets as possible!", exclaimed Rendon to then give the command so that the altar spell would proceed with the necessary process.
