Players on the Board
The formalities of Graviel's announcement had barely concluded when Elion stepped forward, his golden eyes sharp and unwavering.
"Old man," he said bluntly, drawing Graviel's attention.
Graviel smirked at the casual address, his silver gaze flickering with amusement. "Still refusing to call me grandfather, I see. What is it, child?"
"We need to talk," Elion said, ignoring the jab. "The Dreds. Do you have any idea where they came from or why they targeted Dandelion?"
The smirk faded from Graviel's face, replaced by a solemn expression. "You don't waste time, do you?" he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of approval. He gestured for Elion to follow him to a quieter corner of the hall.
Once they were alone, Graviel folded his arms, his expression grim. "I suspect their emergence is tied to something deeper—perhaps even the Murim Alliance."
Elion's brow furrowed. "The Alliance? You think they're involved?"