Chapter 90: A Member Of The Dark Clan

Ahead, he sees groups of people being escorted by grim-faced Vorrans—likely hired guards—to individual rooms. The doors are heavy and close with dull thuds, swallowing the conversations within.

Azure's gaze flickers over the scene, assessing. A masked figure approaches him, their steps brisk and deliberate. Their voice is low and measured when they speak. "Sir who do you want to see?"

Azure stops, his piercing gaze locking onto the masked figure. His voice is calm but carries an edge of authority. "I want to see Scrawled," he says without hesitation.

The masked figure tilts their head slightly, scrutinizing him for a moment before nodding. "Understood, sir. Please follow me to a private room."

They turn briskly, leading Azure further down the dim corridor. The faint sound of muffled voices and the occasional metallic clang echoes through the space. Azure keeps a steady pace, his eyes scanning his surroundings.