Lyerin watched with a smirk as the man hesitated, his steps faltering under the pressure of the task before him.
Krisella had told him to be careful, but now that Lyerin was in control, he decided it was time to push things a bit.
With a mocking tone, he sneered at the man, his voice dripping with condescension.
"Go on, why are you hesitating? Are you really that weak mentally?"
Lyerin taunted, his arms crossed, leaning casually against the massive Pig Orc standing behind him.
The others watched in silence, unsure whether to intervene or stay quiet, but they all felt the tension mounting.
The man, visibly nervous, cast a glance at Krisella, who gave him a sharp look, her eyes filled with anger toward Lyerin.
She knew this was all a game to him, a way to show his dominance. But despite her glare, she remained silent, her hands clenched into fists.
Lyerin chuckled darkly, his voice cutting through the still air.
