Azleid watched them go, a mix of frustration and admiration flickering in his eyes.
One of the group leaders, eager and unable to contain himself, asked Azleid, "Young Master, it seems like we have passed the incredible maze!"
"The treasure is ours... er... I mean yours, of course!" another leader chimed in, his voice dripping with sycophancy.
Azleid furrowed his brows, turning around and crossing his arms. His mind was elsewhere, haunted by the image of Lyon's burning, incredible prowess that had decimated the foul beings with ease. Amidst the chaos, Lyon had emerged as a force of nature, a bigger version of the chaos itself. He was unstoppable, dispatching enemies without wasting a single breath.
