Lyerin's lips curled into a mocking grin as he looked down at the assassin.
"Compared to the other members of the Borgias family, you're one of the brightest," he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The assassin's face twisted in fury, and his entire body trembled with rage.
"LYERIIIIIIIIIN BORGIIIIAAAAAAASSSSS!!!" the assassin roared, his voice hoarse with fury.
His shout echoed through the streets, reverberating off the broken walls. He pointed an accusing finger at Lyerin, his eyes burning with hatred.
"You turned the Borgias Family into dust! You—manipulator, traitor! You used the other clans, twisted them against us, and watched as our family was decimated!
"All for your ambitions! The blood of our kin is on your hands, and as a Borgias, I swear we will not rest until your body is turned to shreds!"
Lyerin's laughter rang out loud and clear, a booming sound that seemed to shake the air around them.
