The crowd murmured beneath the cold night breeze, their voices blending into a sea of uncertainty. Their eyes darted from one to another, searching for clarity amidst the confusion left by Nyxander's enigmatic words. He stood at the center of the circle, arms folded and face impassive, a silent sentinel as he watched them grapple with the weight of his proposition.
Behind him, Beorn approached cautiously, leaning closer to whisper, "I don't know about all this. Do you really think creating this kind of operation is wise?" His voice carried a thread of doubt, but Nyxander only nodded, his expression unchanging.
"As I said earlier, this isn't a big deal. Just watch," Nyxander replied softly, his tone laced with quiet confidence.
