"What should we do? Should we help?" Victor glanced at Xin, seeking his opinion amidst the chaos.
Seraphim, with a chuckle, intercepted before Lord Scrooge could respond. "Are you willing to risk Doombringers' wrath?"
Victor eyed Seraphim with disdain, his lips curling into a challenging smirk. "Afraid of them, are you? You can leave if you want. No one's forcing you to stay. Actually, why are you even here again?"
A stifled laugh escaped Seraphim. "I'm here for the show, of course. And I'm just giving you a friendly warning. We wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation as one of the top Dual Wielders now, would we?"
Victor sneered. "If you think I care about such trivial matters, then you're mistaken."
Xin, sensing the escalating tension, stepped in to diffuse the situation.
"Enough from both of you," he interjected firmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
