Chantelle snapped, "This foreign bastard has to die! Only then will this nightmare end."

Andrew's eyes went ice-cold as he stared at Stanley. "From the beginning, I never believed a word that came out of your mouth—not a single one. I had no proof, but my gut told me you couldn't be trusted.

"A damned man who refuses to die, coming back after 100 years to rob his friend's grave while pretending to grieve, wearing that fake look of mercy. Stanley, I was right—you're no different than the colonizers who came before you!

"A hypocrite, despicable to the core. At your roots, you're no better than a savage beast—only here to plunder, never to understand or respect. But there's one difference now—back in the days of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty, our ancestors were fooled and slaughtered by men like you.

"Today? I, and the proud people of Etharia, are no longer your helpless lambs!"

With those words, Andrew let out a guttural roar and suddenly kicked off from where he stood, shooting