The room was dimly lit, a large round table in the center surrounded by the most powerful members of the Borgias family.
The atmosphere was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the skin like a cold sweat.
Seated at the head of the table was Lord Victor Borgias, his face grim, eyes narrowing as he listened to the discussion unfolding around him.
Lyuzen sat to his right, his hands clasped tightly on the table, while on his left sat a man in a dark suit, his face crisscrossed with scars, likely from explosion, giving him more a sinister edge.
"We still don't know where he is," the scarred man muttered, his voice a low growl that matched the darkness of the room. "Disappeared into the AC sector, and not a single trace of him since."
Lyuzen's jaw clenched. His hands twitched, but he maintained his calm exterior. "Lyerin could be anywhere. He's always been… resourceful. It wouldn't surprise me if he's holed up with some tribe, hidden away."