Erling's voice exploded across the clearing, raw and brimming with fury. "You slaughtered my people! Tore apart my home! I'll never forgive you. Not now, not ever. You're not getting away again—I'll die before I let that happen!"
Tobias stood there without a flicker of emotion, his revolver dangling loosely at his side. The faintest smirk tugged at his lips, a cold and detached glint in his eyes, like Erling's rage didn't faze him one bit. "You think I give a damn about your village? Your people?" he shot back, his voice slicing through the air like a knife. "None of you even believe in God. Not a single soul in that miserable little place."
Erling's fists clenched tight, the ground beneath him rumbling faintly with his rising anger. "What are you trying to say?" he spat, his voice sharp enough to cut stone.
