90. Rescue The Victims (1)
The room just like the doors seemed to be made of gold, each corner screamed of the grandiosity and splendour and while it seemed like it was blinding I could also see the sacrifices made for this.
The whole room reeked of incense scent and with the dim lighting. There were flower petals laying around and in the midst of it all the Tyrant was lounging in his large bed.
He seemed quite relaxed and unfazed about the upcoming war which made me wonder how he would find the gift that I and RA had prepared for him.
"Come, my little wild cat." He beckoned me and I walked ahead hoping that the timing would fit perfectly or I would have to knock him unconscious before he could do something to me.
I stopped at the edge of the bed and he tilted his head slightly. Even though, the body I was using was an illusory body yet, I could feel the sensation of bugs crawling on my skin as his gaze traveled over my body.