Vansing didn't even spare her a glance.
Instead, he tightened his grip on his golden sword, his expression turning colder than ever.
"Colluding?" He finally spoke, his filled with disgust. "The only traitor here is you, Morgana."
His words struck like a hammer.
The entire colosseum—at least those still present—stilled in stunned silence.
For the first time, Morgana's mask cracked. Her eyes darkened, lips twisting as rage boiled beneath her skin.
But she couldn't lose control just yet.
"Van… what are you saying?!" She gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest as if wounded. "You've known me for decades. I raised you. I supported you! And now you accuse me of treason?!"
Her voice trembled, but her fingers twitched ever so slightly—a silent signal to her allies.
Veey soon the rest of Law Enforcers and Ruling Faction members who were supposed to be Emperor Vansing's command swarmed inside the grand Imperial Colosseum like ants.
