In the dimly lit room, two figures sat in tense anticipation. The server moved with practiced grace, placing the tea tray on the table before quietly exiting, the door closing with a soft click.
"Do you truly believe you can eliminate Alora and Magnus?" Madam Aubrey inquired with skepticism. "Alora is invincible because of her eyes," she added.
She lifted the delicate porcelain cup to her lips, taking a sip of the steaming tea, her eyes never leaving the man seated across from her.
"I do," the man replied, his voice filled with unshakable confidence. "That's precisely why I've summoned you here, Madam. Magnus will fall easily once Alora is out of the way," he added, a confident smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
As Madam Aubrey set the cup gently on its saucer, she probed further, "How do you plan to kill Alora? It's not easy to get close to her. Magnus is always by her side," she stated in a bitter tone.
