Tiberius‘s pov.

I didn’t hesitate.

My blade—wreathed in divine fire—slammed into Arius’s gut. The metal pierced straight through, emerging from his back in a bloody arc. His eyes widened for a brief moment, surprise flashing across his usually composed face.

Freya screamed.

The sound struck me harder than I expected. A raw, terrified note that made me pause, hand still gripping my sword hilt buried in that bastard’s body. I pulled it free, blood trailing ...