A malevolent smirk tugged at the corners of Maximilian's lips, a sinister display of arrogance that sent a chill down the spines of those who dared to challenge him. His eyes, once warm and filled with compassion, now glinted with a twisted delight in the suffering he inflicted. The air around him seemed to thicken with an aura of malice as if the darkness itself recognized him as its master.
"Is this the strength of the assassins that everyone was so afraid of?" Maximilian's voice dripped with scorn, each word a venomous taunt that pierced the fragile egos of his opponents.
His sneer conveyed a profound disdain, as though their pitiful attempts to subdue him were nothing more than an inconvenient annoyance.
The weight of his condescension hung heavy in the air, smothering any flicker of hope that had dared to ignite within their hearts.
