The first soldier shook his head, his eyes dark with frustration. "He freed us from the Borgias. That's not something we can ignore. But why? Why would someone as powerful as him go out of his way to break the mark? What does he want from us?"
The scarred woman shot him a glare. "Don't you get it? He didn't do it for us. He did it because it entertained him. We're just… pawns in whatever game he's playing."
Nearby, Donovan, Theran, Miriam, and Mikhail stood in silence, overhearing the conversation but choosing not to participate. They exchanged uneasy glances, their exhaustion etched into their faces. They, too, had questions. What was Lyerin's endgame? Was he truly done with them, or were they still part of his twisted amusement?
