Azzy walked out casually as if nothing had happened.
"Shall we?" he asked.
Leiza remained frozen for a second before snapping out of it, hurrying after him. "Wait! What did you—"
"Later." Azzy's response was final.
Leiza narrowed her eyes but let it go. For now.
Back at the luxurious house provided to them, Azzy's four teammates were already waiting inside.
A tall, silver-haired man leaned against the couch, arms crossed. A busty sharp-eyed girl sat on the table, legs swinging. The last two—a broad-shouldered brute and a calm, calculating woman—stood near the window.
Azzy exchanged nods with them before speaking in a language unlike any other—fluid, melodic, yet carrying a sense of power.
"Ēllimar va'na souir athan." (Report your findings.)
His teammates responded in the same tongue, their voices blending seamlessly in an otherworldly conversation.
Leiza, who had been watching from the corner, discreetly tapped her smartwatch. A soft red light blinked—recording activated.
