The faintest hints of dawn began to pierce through Aiyaka's crystalline skyline. Encased in the confines of the lizard suit, a smirk tugged at my lips, my mind buzzing with anticipation for the next stage of my ploy.
Playing on the arrogance of Varnok, I cleared my throat, feigning an air of casual indifference. "Varnok," I began, "I've overheard whispers about warriors whose strength rivals, if not surpasses, yours."
The scales on Varnok's back bristled in indignation. "Impossible," he snarled. "Who dares claim to be mightier than I?"
Choosing my words carefully, I let out a slow exhale, "Three names - Antrodos, Laussinna, and Matterinna. Legends, they are, hailing from the distant Tarvernia. Their tales of valor and might are spoken in hushed, reverent tones."
Lucianna's eyes widened in shock, her voice a mix of anger and disbelief. "How," she demanded, glaring at my disguised form, "do you know of them?"