The master snapped back to reality, his mind still reeling from the sensation of that brief but overwhelming encounter. He knew that the handshake wasn't just a formality—something significant was happening here. He didn't know Lyon well, but that feeling wasn't a fluke. He had stood in the presence of someone revered, though he couldn't quite place which figure commanded such power.
"Please forgive my cold approach," The master said, forcing a smile as he regained his composure. "I am Atrum, the master and current patriarch of the Ouroboros Clan. And you are...?"
"My name is Lyon, Lyon Torga," Lyon replied, his smile carrying an easy confidence.
