Inside the cavern, the sole source of illumination emanated from the torches scattered haphazardly throughout the uneven stone walls. Leo stood at the forefront of this dimly lit chamber, his eyes devoid of emotion, hands gripping his two swords with an air of unshakable calm.
Anishe, a commanding figure among the army of lamias, raised her gleaming spear, its menacing tip glistening ominously. "Hold your ground, Lionkin," she warned, her serpent-like companions echoing her defensive stance. "One more step, and you shall greet your kin in the afterlife. Who are you?"
Leo raised his head, his gaze locked onto Anishe's eyes, an unwavering intensity in his own. "I am Leo Feria, the progeny of Layon Feria. I serve as the second-in-command to the great ruler of Casimiro, Gideon Brangwen," he declared, his voice steady as he slowly raised his swords.
"A noble lionkin pledged to a mere human," Anishe commented with a mocking tone.
