"Now that we're no longer distracted..."
Lokk glared at the Horseman, his chest rising and falling with frustration. "Who are you, and why are you interfering in my battle with my brother?" His voice was sharp, as if he expected his words to cut through the tension. Yet, the Horseman barely acknowledged him, only giving a dismissive glance, as if Lokk's challenge was beneath him.
Garrick's expression remained calm, but there was an air of dominance in the way he stood, his eyes cold and calculating. "I can make this easy for you," he said, his voice deep and steady. "Surrender, call your master, or whatever you call him, and tell him to come out. Or, I can beat you to a pulp and drag him out myself." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting to Saryna, the leader of the Harbingers. His tone softened, but the threat lingered, heavy and undeniable.
