The masked person raised their hand, and the glowing ball flew toward them, as if pulled by an invisible force. Liam's eyes narrowed, his mind racing as he assessed the situation. Whoever this person was, they were powerful—and they clearly had a reason for luring him here.
"Alright, you've got my attention," Liam called out, his voice calm and steady despite the tension in the air. "What do you want?"
The masked figure stepped forward, their movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. The ball hovered in the air beside them, its glow casting an eerie light on their masked face.
"You're not as dumb as you look," the figure said, their voice muffled by the mask. "I was starting to think you'd never notice."
Liam chuckled, his hands casually resting at his sides, though he was ready to move at a moment's notice. "Oh, I noticed. The question is, why bother with all this drama? If you wanted to talk, you could've just said hi."
