The mana pressure alone would have driven a lesser man to his knees.
Magnus Ashborn’s presence warped the air around him, a density of power that pressed against the lungs and made every breath feel borrowed. The ridge itself seemed to buckle under the weight of his fury, loose stone rattling in its cracks, the faint hum of residual arcane energy from Kaiden’s bombardment snuffed out like a candle in a hurricane.
Kaiden didn’t move.
He stood at the edge of the ridge with his arms at his sides and met his father’s gaze with the steady, unblinking calm of a man who had expected this landing, this fury, this exact confrontation, and had filed it under ’inevitable’ sometime around the second volley.
His girls moved first. Five women stepped between Kaiden Grey and Magnus Ashborn, weapons drawn and powers flaring, and every one of them meant it.
Kaiden raised a hand.
"No."
The word was quiet and carried no room for debate. His girls looked back at him, and whatever they saw in his expression made them hesitate.
This was his business.
They didn’t like it. Luna’s jaw tightened and Calypso’s grip on her axe didn’t loosen, but they stepped back. Not far. Close enough that the message was clear to anyone watching, which was everyone.
Magnus hadn’t moved during any of it. His eyes hadn’t left Kaiden’s face, and the rage behind them burned clean.
"Guild Leader of New Dawn, Magnus Ashborn. What do you want?" Kaiden asked.
"Do you have any idea," Magnus said, his voice low and controlled in the way that a dam is controlled, "what you have done?"
Kaiden tilted his head.
"I helped some people who were in trouble."
Magnus’s jaw clenched hard enough that the muscle in his cheek jumped. "You killed registered combatants. In cold blood. On a live broadcast."
"I targeted monsters in a monster-infested basin," Kaiden corrected, his voice carrying the patient cadence of a man explaining something simple to someone who was struggling with it. "My team identified awakened fighters under severe duress and launched a rescue operation. Any collateral damage during said operation is, as the Association enforcer down there already confirmed, a regulatory grey area."
"You will pay for this."
"For what, specifically? For coming to the aid of my fellow awakened? For deploying offensive abilities against the monsters that were killing them?" Kaiden paused, as if genuinely considering the accusation. "I’ll admit the accuracy could’ve been better. We’re rookies, after all. Our aim isn’t perfect, especially not during such a high intensity situation."
The mana pressure around Magnus spiked. The stone beneath his boots cracked further, new fissures spreading outward, and the displaced air hit Kaiden’s face like an open furnace.
"I will demand a thorough investigation," Magnus said. "Every second of footage will be reviewed. Every ability trajectory will be mapped. And when the evidence proves what we both know is true, you will face the full weight of awakened military law."
Kaiden nodded.
"Good."
The word landed wrong. Magnus’s eyes narrowed.
"I accept full responsibility for my team’s actions during the rescue operation. We’ll cooperate fully with any investigation the Association wants to conduct."
He let that sit for a moment.
"I’m curious, though."
His voice didn’t change. The calm didn’t waver. But the edge behind his eyes aimed itself at Magnus Ashborn like a scalpel.



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