Lyerin stood still, his gaze shifting slowly towards the figure perched atop the massive shoulder of one of the Cragar'Throm Clan Mana beasts.
There, in the dim light of the dungeon, sat Lord Victor, one of the highest-ranking assassins in the Borgias family, with an air of serene control. His dark silhouette exuded an effortless dominance as if even the powerful Mana beast beneath him was oblivious to his presence.
Lyerin's expression remained calm, his face a mask of stoic indifference, but inside, a brief flicker of unease crept into his chest.
Lord Victor's presence here was unexpected, to say the least, and unsettling in its implications.
Yet, Lyerin showed no outward sign of discomfort, his eyes instead moving towards the four assassins—Lucius, Aria, Kira, and Varus—who were now bound in place by the gnarly roots of an ancient, monstrous tree.
