Meanwhile, far above, in the realm of shadows…
The Overseer, a massive, six-armed figure shrouded in darkness, watched the devastation unfold with a cold, analytical gaze.
His glowing eyes were fixed on the projection of Zordrix, where the monstrous beasts loomed and the people screamed in terror.
Beside him, the six-armed shadow figures who served under him were equally astonished.
One of the shadow figures, his voice filled with awe, whispered, "Lyerin... truly, he is terrifying. His cunning knows no bounds. To not only defeat the Skyclaw Brotherhood but to completely wipe them out... it is beyond comprehension."
Another figure nodded slowly, his six arms folded across his chest. "Indeed. Lyerin has shown himself to be a strategist of unparalleled skill. He allowed the Skyclaw Brotherhood to weaken themselves in the maze, and then struck when they were at their most vulnerable. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."
