Old Master vs Lt Daemon
The words were like a knife to the gut, twisting painfully in Daemon's chest. Chose him? Once, maybe. Once, Osalf had been a mentor, a guide, someone Daemon had respected. But those days were gone, and the man standing before him now was nothing but a shell of who Osalf had been.
Daemon's hand tightened around the hilt of his blade. "You chose betrayal," he said, his voice low, the words heavy with grief and anger. "You killed Realdo."
The name hung in the air like a curse, the weight of it pressing down on them both. Daemon could feel the grief welling up inside him, threatening to break free. Realdo's face flashed in his mind, the easy grin, the laughter they had shared. But that was gone now, replaced by the cold reality of what Osalf had done.
"Realdo was a fool," Osalf replied, his tone as dismissive as it was cutting. "He clung to his ideals even when they no longer served him. He refused to see the truth."