"Wait."
The negotiations were over. Just as Alvin was about to leave, Hernandez suddenly called out to him from behind, his gaze dark. "A word of warning: Viktor is far more terrifying than you imagine. Never believe a single word he says. Consider this my final act of goodwill toward you—don't let him use you."
"Thank you for the warning."
Alvin paused, but did not turn around. He merely left behind a calm reply: "I don't care whether I'm being used, as long as he keeps his promise. Otherwise... I'll make him understand just how grievous the price of deception can be."
With that, he led Terrax away along the path they had come from, leaving the Void Corridor.
Watching their retreating figures, Hernandez's expression grew increasingly grim.
Crack!
He crushed the armrest of the Spirit Bone Throne in his grip.
"Archon, shall I send someone..." Noticing his movement, Zephlin asked quietly and tentatively.
"No."
Hernandez waved a hand, his tone cold. "Whatever he wants to do, let him do it...
Does he really think gathering a few half-breeds and shouting a few slogans will change Commorragh? Since they're willing to drown themselves in dreams, let them dream. They won't be able to overturn anything. Keep a close watch on Rift Sigil and Final Grudge."
"No matter how powerful the rebels become, they cannot shake Commorragh's foundations, built over ten thousand years."
A chill glinted in his eyes. "The Rift Sigil Conspiracy Group and the Final Grudge Conspiracy Group are the enemies we should truly be wary of."
From beginning to end, aside from the three great families, the only forces Hernandez had truly feared were the Rift Sigil Conspiracy Group and the Final Grudge Conspiracy Group, whose strength and territory ranked just below his own.
They were like venomous