Thunder rolled overhead, a deep, slow drumbeat echoing through the ruined village.
Midas glanced upward in confusion, before realization slowly set in.
He turned his gaze back down, eyes narrowing warily at Bel.
Bel stood perfectly still, the wind tugging gently at his hair, his face hidden by shadows.
Then, he spoke. His voice was quiet but cold, filled with an unsettling calm.
"All this... it's because of you," Bel murmured. "She suffered because of you. You took her from the orphanage. You made her a demon. You put her in that village."
Midas tilted his head slightly, eyebrows raised in mock surprise. Then, his lips twisted into an ironic smile.
"You're blaming me? Really? Don't forget, Ravager, you're also a demon. Your mere existence caused events like these. We learned that you refused to attack the hero. We had to do something. So tell me, who truly caused her death?"
Bel stepped forward slowly, his presence growing heavier and more oppressive with each movement.
