Lyria (2)

Erik stepped out of the elevator reached the fourth floor.

He navigated the hallway, but it took little time before he reached the room where Lyria should have been.

With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room greeted him with a stillness, punctuated only by the faint rustling of papers, like leaves in a gentle breeze.

Lyria, seated behind her desk, was engrossed in her work until his entrance. As she looked up, her expression shifted.

Her eyes widened in surprise. The appearance of a Blackguard, particularly someone as infamous as Quakestrike, evoked intense primal emotions in her, as she knew him well.

"Why are you here?" Lyria's voice, usually composed, wavered slightly.

"I came to ask you some questions."

"Questions? Couldn't you ask Momentum?"

By knowing how Quakestrike would have reacted if someone he deemed beneath him replied like that, Erik replied with a threat.