Chapter 1125 Four Declarations

• "Rosco!" Perseus roared again, the gravel beneath him shivering from the force of his voice.
• He felt no hatred toward Torin. In this brutal world, the weak were meat, the strong the butcher, and Torin's blade was one he could never parry. What froze his blood was Rosco's silence—the way the young lord watched without lifting a finger.
• Earlier that day, beneath a pitiless noon sky, he had knelt on torn knees and begged Finneas to spare Rosco's life.