“Are you hearing yourself?” Zach scowled.
“Clear enough,” Lake’s eyes were bloodshot.
Zach stared at him for sometime, “there are a lot of questions I want to ask you and one of them is — what happened between you and Iris?”
“Don’t change the subject. We are talking about Ronan here.”
“I won’t talk any further until you answer me.” Zach’s voice was heavy and daunting.
“She came to ask for help. I sheltered her in my palace. It caused a heavy mana imbalance, and the news somehow reached the masses. Protests broke out everywhere and in the process of saving her, I died,” Lake said in a monotonous, robotic tone.
“Is that the complete truth?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you uproot her wings, weaken her soul and send it to the Weak Earth? If you wanted to protect her, you could have brought her ba
