Rudy materialized in the expansive living room of his castle, a space that served as a central hub connecting various hallways and floors. The rhythmic footsteps of UnderBlades workers echoed as they moved about, a reminder of the bustling activity that surrounded him. Seated on a plush couch, he leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as he awaited Maria's arrival.
As his eyes wandered, they settled on the stream of people using the living room as a thoroughfare. UnderBlades moved purposefully, their movements efficient as they navigated the space. The living room wasn't just a room—it was a crossroads of activity, a hub of movement.
In the midst of his observations, a soft but determined whisper escaped Rudy's lips, carrying the name "Angelica."
Almost as if summoned by his call, the silver-haired woman appeared in his line of sight. Her expression was a blend of curiosity and concern, and she approached him with a quickened pace.
