In the depths of Skye Drakonis's cavernous lair, the air crackled with malevolent energy as he gathered his most trusted allies. Valon, his shadowy enforcer with a blade sharp enough to cleave through steel, stood silently with his arms crossed, his piercing amber eyes studying every detail of the plan. Beside him, Kryseis, the alluring sorceress with a beauty that could rival a goddess, stood poised with a sly smile on her ruby-red lips, her silver hair cascading down her back.
Skye's cold, calculating gaze swept over the room as he addressed them both. "Kael may be nothing more than a distraction in this game, but a thorn can still irritate even the sharpest predator. You two will ensure he stays out of the way. Handle him—discreetly. We don't need any noise drawing attention to our movements."
Valon gave a curt nod, his voice a deep rumble. "Consider it done. He won't even see me coming."
