In the shadowy realm, deep within the hidden sanctuary of the Asura race, the overseers watched the events unfolding on Earth.
The air around them crackled with tension, their ethereal forms hovering silently as they observed Lyerin and Yasira.
There was an unmistakable air of disbelief, shock, and suspicion.
The Overseer, a being of great power and age, narrowed his glowing eyes as he heard Lyerin openly divulging his tribe's weakness to Yasira.
"Why would he reveal such information?" the Overseer murmured, his voice like the hiss of wind through a dead forest.
"The immortality of the Minotaur was our greatest fear. If Lyerin, a mere human, has bound the Stonehooves Tribe's spirit, then how could he be so careless?"
A flicker of movement came from another shadowy figure, who stepped forward from the darkness.
