Back in the Obsidian Tower, Pyris, now seated on the edge of his desk, carefully folded the invitation and slipped it back into its envelope. Alexa stood next to him, her expression concerned but supportive.
"So, what's the plan?" she asked.
Pyris's eyes darkened, a cold determination settling over him. "I'm going to accept their invitation."
Alexa frowned. "Are you sure? It's obviously a trap."
"I know," Pyris replied, his voice steady. "But this is an opportunity. They think they can manipulate me, but they don't realize who they're dealing with."
"You'll be walking into the lion's den," Alexa warned. "Or in this case, the dragon's lair."
Pyris smirked, his confidence unwavering. "And they'll be inviting a wolf into a house of sheep."
As Alexa nodded, he could mimick a voice echoed in Pyris's mind—the voice of Petne Chaos, the shadowy part of himself that thrived in darkness. "Let them try. We're more than ready."
