"Oh, you'll find out," Alex murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet saturated with a chilling edge—darker, colder, laced with venomous intent. "And trust me… it's going to be unforgettable."
His gaze remained fixed on Tryson, a slow, twisted smile curling his lips, but just as suddenly, his eyes shifted—snapping toward Arthur, who was still staggering from the aftermath of what had just transpired, his breaths shallow, his face pale with dread.
"I warned you," Alex continued, his tone rising just enough to cut through the stillness like a blade. "I told you both—I gave you the chance to listen, to learn, to understand the lesson I was offering. But no… you dismissed me, cast my words aside like the ramblings of a senile old man. You made me out to be a fool."
His eyes glinted as they moved between the two young men, sharp and unforgiving, each syllable delivered with deliberate malice.
