The room trembled under the weight of Mirai's mother's fury. Her aura flickered like a wildfire — deep purple and black, twisting and pulsing with hate. Yu Holea's breath caught in her throat.
She couldn't see the witch's eyes — they were hidden beneath that thick, smoke-like cowl — but she felt them.
That deep, burning rage wasn't just about Mirai. No… it was deeper. Personal. Directed at her.
Yu Holea narrowed her eyes. She could feel the ominous chill curling in her bones.
"Why?" she asked quietly. "Why do you hate the Yu family so much?"
Mirai's mother paused.
For a second, she said nothing — just stared.
Then she let out a dry, bitter chuckle.
"You still don't know, do you?"
Her voice was filled with scorn. Her fingers twitched by her side like claws ready to strike.
"Yu family… a bunch of saints on the outside. But inside? Hypocrites. Cowards. Monsters."
She turned toward Yu Holea, her mouth curling in disgust.
