Chapter 48: A Worthy Sacrifice
Vel'Kareth narrowed his eyes as he stepped forward, his voice calm but laced with tension. "You're the queen of the witches... aren't you?"
Annie stood tall, her grip firm around her trident.
"Yes," she answered without hesitation, her tone as sharp as the weapon she held.
A grin crept across Vel'Kareth's face, slow and sinister.
Then, a sudden chuckle escaped him, turning into a deep laugh that echoed unnaturally through the ruined battlefield.
It wasn't from joy — it sounded more like someone hanging by a thread. His eyes narrowed with a desperate gleam.
"So it really is you," he muttered, half to himself.
"If we sacrifice you... if it's really you... then maybe, just maybe, we can bring him back.
The Purgatorist. And when we do, the war shifts. We take the tide."
Annie's expression didn't change.
She started to raise her trident, ready to finish him off before he could spew another word.