They arrive inside a chamber that resembles a miniature throne room—its design dark and elegant, with intricate patterns carved into the obsidian walls. Shadows cling unnaturally to the edges of the room, giving it a foreboding yet commanding presence.
Before Grell and Tarven can take in more details, the air shifts. A sudden, suffocating stillness fills the room.
Then—Vaelith materializes.
It is not a slow emergence but an almost unnatural transition, as if he was always there, hidden between the layers of reality itself. His form solidifies, his pitch-black armor gleaming under the dim light, and his piercing gaze settles on them.
A chill grips both assassins.
Even as Tier 5 warriors, trained to sense the faintest disturbances, they hadn't noticed him until he was fully present. That realization alone sends an uneasy shiver down their spines.
"This guy is very dangerous."
