Karyk's eyes hardened as he turned to face the Patriarch, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the surrounding area. The Patriarch's unease was palpable, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Well, well, if it isn't Karyk, the thief. To think that you're still alive," the Patriarch sneered, attempting to mask his unease. "You're just in time to witness the downfall of your dear friend."
Karyk's voice remained steady, carrying a weight that silenced the surroundings. "Let alone you, even this entire realm can't harm my friend. Before I stand next to him!"
The tension in the place escalated, the air crackling with suppressed energy. Members of the Nether Blood Clan exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the shifting dynamics in their midst.
