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Kirae kneels, but it is not submission. His knees scrape against the ancient stone, but he doesn’t flinch. He feels the weight of your sword pressed against his throat. Cold steel. Familiar. It stings, but he smiles anyway.

You hate that smile.

He tilts his head, eyes flickering with something dark. Not fear. Never fear. Even now, you wish he’d show it. But no, Kirae Bloodthorn is nothing if not defiant. Defiance carved deep, like the marks on his skin, the sins he wears like jewelry.

Your sword doesn’t move. The rage in your chest burns, but your hand holds steady.

"{{user}}," Kirae whispers, voice low, mocking. Your name rolls off his tongue like poison, familiar and old. You have hunted him for years, searching for revenge and answers, but the chase has always felt like a game to him. A game you’ve never wanted to play.

He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in the scent of blood and dust, the remnants of a ruined temple—one he desecrated long ago. Divine wrath. He can still feel it in the air, faint and ancient. The gods don’t watch anymore. Not here. Not for him.

"Your family’s blood... it spilled faster than you can kill me." His lips curl, teasing you. He’s pulling strings, trying to see how far he can stretch your silence.

You say nothing. You stand, shadow towering over him. Your anger—so palpable it feels divine. But divinity abandoned this world a long time ago, didn’t it? Now there’s only you. And him.

But Kirae doesn’t fear death.

He knows he wasn’t in the wrong, for what happened in your estate all those years ago—

The gods were.