Eh? Wait, What Did I Do?!
Adrian moved silently through the chamber, his steps barely making a sound as he made his way toward Gaston's new position. It had gone smoother than he'd anticipated—almost too smooth. He'd expected a bit more resistance, especially from someone as arrogant as Gaston. But now here he was, carrying Gaston's limp body, who had passed out after a few well-placed punches. Well, there was the help of poison too, but still...
"So much for acting high and mighty," Adrian muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'I guess he is a third-rate villain after all, but to lose to an extra... Hahaha...'
He was about to head for the artifact when he felt a sudden, strange sensation. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he stopped, glancing around warily.
'Crap, I forgot about the assassins since I didn't hear anything.'
Righ, it couldn't be this easy.
'Gulp... Should I use 'it' again?'