"What are you talking about, Aetherius?" Vlad asked, wearing an indifferent look on his face. He believed that he did nothing but voice out what was going on in the minds of others.
Perhaps they were too afraid to speak up, but Vlad feared nothing... Not even death.
"We've been enemies before we found ourselves here, right? But things are different now. I'm the leader of this place and you will obey my every command"
"Do I have to?" Vlad scoffed. "You're the leader, but you can't expel me from Lost City. As much as I despise you and your wicked tricks, I'd rather not get involved with you"
With that, he shoved Aetherius' hand off his cloak.
"As for Celina, she's still alive. She'll wake up very soon. But I wonder what's going to happen when she finds out she's been replaced"
Aetherius frowned.
"She's dead..."
Vlad smirked and stepped closer.
"What? Are you scared?" His voice dropped to a taunting whisper.
