Orpheus' crimson gaze remained fixed on a specific point in the darkness, even after Zargon's demise. The air crackled with a tension that transcended mere violence; it was a predator recognizing another apex hunter. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the crimson glow with an unhurried grace that mirrored Orpheus' own.
This man was Sebastian, the leader of the Blood Hall. He was a stark contrast to the hulking brutes Orpheus had just faced. Dressed in an impeccable black suit, his black hair meticulously tied back, he looked more like a wealthy businessman than the head of a notorious assassin guild. Yet, his eyes – venomous green orbs that seemed to hold the secrets of countless deaths – betrayed his true nature.
A monocle, perched on his right eye like an aristocratic scowl, gleamed with an unnatural light in the crimson glow. A small smile, more of a smirk, played on his lips.
