"Haha..."
All the men cackled in unison, their laughter echoing like a sinister chorus.
"Yes, Phoenix Empress," one of the Dragonblood warriors sneered. "Our loyalty lies solely with the Dragon Emperor. We are under his direct orders to seize the Phoenix Goddess's Feather. Without it, no one can claim the title of true ruler of the Phoenix Empire." His voice turned bitter with disappointment and rage. "Unfortunately, you handed it to your Grandson-In-Law, forcing us to reveal ourselves."
All eyes shifted to Aengus, the Ruination Emperor, who now held the Phoenix Feather—a divine mark of great significance to the Phoenix Empire.
Aengus chuckled at their audacity. "What? You think I'll just hand it over to you? Perhaps you've forgotten my title." His voice dropped into a low, menacing tone as his chilling eyes bore into the crowd of traitors.
"You stand before the Ruination Emperor. I don't give power to my enemy—I take it."