Chapter 88 Whims

"Hehehe, you'll be nothing but an empty shell by dawn," one of the men chuckled darkly, his voice echoing with a sinister undertone as they escorted Nero towards their intended destination. 

The moon cast an eerie glow upon the scene, illuminating their faces just enough to reveal the malice lurking within their eyes. 

With practiced efficiency, they guided him into a waiting carriage, its simple design belying the sinister purpose for which it had been prepared. 

It was evident that this was not their first such endeavor; their movements were swift and calculated, suggesting a familiarity born of repetition.

Left behind in the desolate aftermath, Kaelen stood silently, a lone figure amidst the haunting stillness of the night. The weight of his obscurity hung heavy upon his shoulders, though his master's silence spoke volumes—his task was done, his purpose fulfilled by acting nothing through it all.