Chapter 72: Two Goals
The Queen’s gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the three figures before her.
"Jabez, you disappoint me," she declared, her voice laced with a frigid authority that sent shivers down their spines.
"...?!"
Jabez looked up, his eyes wide with confusion.
"I... I won’t dare, my Queen!!" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
"Shut up!" she hissed, a wave of raw energy bursting forth from her, smashing into the trio and sending them hurtling meters backward.
They slammed into the ground, a guttural cough forcing mouthfuls of blood from their lips.
Without a moment’s hesitation, they scrambled up, their bodies aching, and knelt again, their heads bowed in fervent supplication.
"Do you know why I am disappointed?" she asked, her tone dangerously calm, while the three shook their heads in terrified ignorance.
"You found such a weak body, and expected what? Praise?!!" she scoffed, the words cutting like ice.
"My Queen... She was the only Host that is suitable... And we don’t have time to look for another," Jabez managed to articulate, seemingly the only one brave enough to speak before the formidable Queen.
The Queen stared at him for a few seconds, her crimson eyes piercing. After a moment of contemplation, she looked up at them, a new resolve hardening her features.