Bang!
A fist slammed against the round table, the sharp impact reverberating through the room. The hooded figures turned their heads, eyes filled with curiosity and surprise. What had suddenly gotten into him?
The man who struck the table clenched his fists, his body trembling beneath the suffocating pressure radiating from Mr. Black.
"Mr. Black, we know we've failed you. Our incompetence has shamed the organization, and we do not deserve your forgiveness." His voice was strained, his breath unsteady—but he refused to back down.
Then, he raised his head, determination burning in his gaze.
"However, I beg you to give us another chance. There is still time. We can retrieve the dagger and bring it to you—even if it means reducing the Imperial City to ashes."
Mr. Black's brows arched slightly.
"You fools have already failed once. What makes you think this time will be any different?" His tone was cold, laced with disdain.
Another hooded figure leaned forward.
