A faint shimmer flickers in Alix's vision as he activates his system scan, focusing on the approaching figure.
[Scanning Target…]
[Target Identified: Tolga]
[Race: Rakshas]
[Class: Assassin]
[Level: 341]
Alix exhales slowly. As expected.
He whispers, his voice barely audible. "Three hundred forty-one."
Grixx, still invisible, tilts his head. "Want me to take him out now, your majesty?" His voice is like a blade scraping against stone—rough and cold.
Alix whispers, his voice barely a breath. "Not yet. Let's hear what their plan is to take over Misorn City first."
Grixx nods slightly, though he remains as still as a shadow. "Understood."
They stay hidden as Groth, Nyssara, Thurn, and Veltha step into the clearing.
Then, Tolga emerges.
The assassin moves with a deliberate, measured grace. Tolga's two daggers resting at his hips, barely reflecting the dim light. His eyes scan the group as if weighing their worth.
