Jax's voice through the guard was harder now. Colder. The playfulness gone.
"This is just the beginning."
He gestured around. To the fallen soldiers. The dead beasts. The blood painting the stones. The beaten professors. The ruined buildings. The destruction stretching as far as the eye could see.
"The beginning of your doom."
He let the words hang.
"I was upset at first. Watching you all fall apart from just my first wave. Pathetic. Disappointing."
His stolen eyes locked onto Lysandra.
"Not only that. I'm upset to see what your so-called powerful being. Your prodigy. Your shining light."
He spat on the ground.
"Was unable to protect so many of her citizens. And let's not forget how she tasted."
He made a gagging sound.
"She disappointed me. Not just her. Everyone. These weaklings getting beaten by children who couldn't use magic a few weeks ago."
His voice rose.
"That was the very reason I was needed in this world. For its balance. For its growth. For its future."
