Her words hung heavy in the air. Then she continued, her voice colder still:
“By the way, Makaret’s mentor is no ordinary figure, he is a Demi-God realm, a Tier 9 existence. Even if you die, your souls will be dragged out of hell itself, and he will toy with them as he pleases. The length of your torment will depend on the depth of the karma that stains your souls.”
The four elders stiffened, their faces paling. Stella’s words were not mere threats, they were a reminder of the inescapable fate awaiting those who had committed unforgivable sins.
Aaron turned to the Rose Guards. “Melina, come with me. It’s time to solve your problem with the royal palace.”
Melina bowed solemnly. “Yes, Lord Aaron. But… won’t this bring you trouble?”
Aaron shook his head. "No trouble. Let’s go, we shoul
