Back in the dim, damp dungeon, Lord Victor sat casually atop the unconscious body of one of Lyerin's mana beasts. Its massive, hulking form provided an almost grotesque throne beneath him. His dark eyes gleamed as he leaned forward, watching the shimmering hologram before him.
The hologram was a magical projection, showing every move Lyerin made deep in the jungle with the Blast Apes.
Lord Victor chuckled softly to himself. He had given Lyerin a simple task: survive. Nothing more, nothing less. But what Lyerin was doing now went far beyond the scope of his instructions.
Lyerin wasn't just trying to survive—he was moving towards the heart of the Blast Ape horde, a feat that would have made lesser men flee in terror.
"What are you trying to prove, boy?" Lord Victor muttered to himself, his chuckle fading as his eyes narrowed in concentration. "Is this ambition? Or madness?"
