Silence.
Ash's eyes widened—glowing with fury.
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"
His roar echoed across the rooftop, tearing through the tension like thunder.
"You don't know a damn thing about my clan!"
Ashes began to swirl violently around him—spiraling into a storm of rage and pain. The air grew heavier. Static crackled like lightning in a stormcloud.
Victor didn't flinch.
He stared calmly, eyes sharp and cold.
"Then show me."
His voice was steel.
"Show me what you think honor really is."
Ash's teeth clenched. His voice broke into a scream.
"I'LL SHOW YOU HOW HONOR SHOULD BE INHERITED FROM THE START!"
He raised both hands—and summoned it.
A massive orb formed above him. Dark. Twisting. Furious.
It pulsed with hatred, veins of blood-red light crawling across its surface like cracks in a dying world.
The ashes weren't normal anymore. They were corrupted—fused with wrath.
The Warmonger Clan.
