#plot reaaaaaally thickening

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In truth and if Silgryn must be completely sincere, nobody—least of all, Mylenne and Illidan—is prepared for the rising tides that are about to come over them all. In some way, not even himself is. However, if he’s to be the only one making a real stand against the most powerful Sorceress of the Empire, then by all means, he will atone for everything he’s done and step firmly and proudly into the very eye of the storm.

Knowledge can’t fight beauty, that’s for sure. But you can rest assured, Drie, I will keep your daughter safe and sound. Even if I have to pay the ultimate price for it, the Starsurge will come to happen…

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“It is that easy,” He can’t help but insist, closing his fingers over hers—her hands, her figure appearing smaller than usual, irking him even more so. “I’d kill anyone who dares to lay a single finger on you, Mylie. I wouldn’t care if it’s the fucking consort of the Queen, I wouldn’t be thinking twice about it,” Their eyes fix on the other once again and he doesn’t even blink, unrelenting, resolute in not taking anything back, wanting to let his words sink in as one of the truths he hasn't said in a long time.

In a—if ironically awful—perfect timing, there's another voice countering him; not the one he currently wants to hear and dangerously similar to his own, yet at the same time it's not.

Is that so? Even if that one is yourself, Stormrage?