Lord Victor sat comfortably on the back of an unconscious Cragar'Throm Mana Beast, his fingers tracing the beast's muscular shoulder. His gaze was distant, thoughtful. "Hmmm… pure blood," he whispered to himself, a glint of curiosity in his eye. "I will experiment on you later."
His attention shifted to Lucius, Aria, Kira, and Varus—his talented yet currently debilitated students. They were still groggy, their minds clouded by the aftereffects of Lyerin's brutal torture. Victor tilted his head, scrutinizing them with mild interest. Their disoriented expressions, the way they fumbled about trying to regain their bearings, amused him.
"Are you all fine now?" he asked, though his tone suggested he didn't care much for their wellbeing. "That guy, Lyerin, is ruthless, isn't he? Talks a lot about not torturing targets as a Borgias assassin, yet here he is, doing exactly that to all of you." A smirk danced on his lips. "Really ruthless."