The man, his sardonic grin still etched across his masked visage, slowly raised his hands, applauding the group before him. The sound of his applause reverberated through the clearing, mingling with the heavy silence that had settled upon them. His voice, filled with a begrudging admiration, pierced through the air.
"Truly befitting of your titles as the heirs," he conceded, his words carrying a begrudging respect. "You have managed to outsmart me."
The members of the Medicine Valley wore grim expressions, their features contorted by a mix of disbelief and disdain. Deep within their hearts, they recognized the familiar cadence of the masked man's voice. The realization struck them with a sharp pang—it was none other than a former member of their very own Medicine Valley.
Even though they had already suspected, it still wasn't a good feeling.
