He forced himself to stand, though shakily. Looking down at Malakai with disdain.
The Sutrex were kings in Kaer Thorn district. One of the leading clans. And as a fleshling, Legan was a direct descendant, akin to a vein.
Mistakenly bumping into someone like him on the streets was enough to have one's entire lineage erased. And this street rat had hit him. Multiple times.
Despite his condition, Legan's confidence burned bright. He was sure this "spy" would begin trembling after hearing who he was.
But Malakai's next words made his eyes narrow.
"You can stop altering my appearance now."
'Who's he talking to?'
Legan blinked.
He hadn't missed the name Malakai muttered earlier before his guards had been frozen.
Before he could process it, Malakai's face began to shift and morph.
'He's revealing his true self.'
Legan's eyes stayed locked as the black hair shifted from rusted brown… to red… to blood red.
