Gareth stands straighter. It's as though a weight has bowed his shoulders, and now that weight has gone.
His voice is bitter, precise and venomous.
"In Conal's name, I declare blood-feud against you, Morgan. The gods bear witness, one day I shall wash my hands in your blood."
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