The heavy silence in the courtroom-like chamber was almost suffocating as the members of the Borgias Family stared at Lyerin.
The air was sharp like a blade that seemed to graze through him if ever moved an inch, each one of them were scrutinizing him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
Finally, one of them spoke—a tall man with silver hair and piercing blue eyes.
"How did you know that the Batrider's weaknesses were screams and that the Assassins were flammable?"
