Kael's face contorted, lips quivering, eyes wide with disbelief and searing betrayal.
"Veyna!!" he cried, his voice cracking like it was being ripped from his throat.
But she didn't look at him.
Her mouth was too busy—gagging and moaning around Allen's thick, glistening cock, slurping hungrily, her cheeks hollowing with every filthy, desperate suck. Drool streamed from her lips, mixing with precum as it dripped down her chin, trailing across her trembling tits like worship.
Kael's heart shattered.
His feet moved before his brain could stop them. Rage overtook reason—he lunged forward with a scream, fists raised, tears streaking down his face.
Allen didn't even blink.
Snap.
The crisp sound echoed through the chamber like a gunshot.
He lazily extended a single finger toward the far corner of the hall, where limp bodies lay discarded—unmoving, twitching occasionally in the shadows.
Allen didn't need to explain. Didn't need to remind Kael of what power really looked like.
