Retribution
"You're going to answer for what you've done"
Ezra returns right back to Quartez, the desert winds picking up as if stirred by his fury.
With a single motion, he tosses Khasavar forward like a ragdoll, his body slamming into the sandy soil with a heavy thud that sends a tremor rippling through the ground.
Khasavar groans, coughing up blood as he tries to push himself upright.
The grains of sand clung to his sweat-drenched face, a stark contrast to the arrogance he had displayed mere moments ago.
Ezra stood tall, his presence like a mountain casting a shadow over the young master's battered frame.
"You will receive full retribution for the destruction you caused," Ezra declares, his voice ringing loud and clear.
The barren land of Quartez seemed to amplify the weight of his words.
Khasavar wiped at his split lip, his trembling hands betraying the fear bubbling beneath his surface.
But despite his condition, he forces a sneer onto his face.
