"What 'chu talkin' about, Winter? Aren't you the Betrayer? And what's with the horns?" Terry Dyingstar couldn't help but to ask in curiosity.
"The betrayer? That's funny. He is the most brilliant and loyal dragon-slayer the Lunargard has to offer. I tasked him to spy on a secret organization who's been silently observing our faction for a while now. There's no time. I want to get to the bottom of this before I die. Besides, don't you think Blaze and Alistein deserved to know the truth, Winter?" The Emperor said, ashamed. His hands were moving in jerks in agitation but his determined eyes weren't wavering to do what was right. A thing he was trying to do ever since but always failed to do.
"I hold the same sentiment, Emperor. But before that…"
Winter pointed the palm of his other hand at Blaze before he squeezed it.