Tay remained perfectly still, his posture composed, while his mind rolled through multiple scenarios. He had anticipated this moment, prepared for it in every possible way. He knew it was coming; it was inevitable. The tides of power had shifted, and now, he had the perfect opportunity to deliver the final blow to his dear brother, the final push that would ensure Samael’s downfall.
He exhaled slowly, then spoke with deliberate ease, his voice carrying across the tense courtroom.
“Dear brother… these are quite some accusations you’re throwing around. But let’s be honest, shifting the blame for your failure on the battlefield into some childish blame game isn’t going to hand you any victories in this war you started.”
The room was heavy with silence, the tension so thick it was suffocat
