Michael found himself in a tense standoff with Rin's assassins. He had observed Rurik's reaction to the mention of Rin's name, which surprised him. The dwarf's visible fear made Michael realize the sheer terror associated with Rin's reputation.
As this tension hung in the air, Michael sensed a powerful presence, an entity with an aura that seemed to manipulate the very environment around them.
"She is here," the assassins quivered. Even with Michael's heightened senses, the overwhelming smell of blood in the air was unsettling. He had witnessed his share of bloodshed, but this scent was different, more potent.
The room's lighting began to fluctuate, transforming the golden flames of the forges into a haunting crimson hue. The room took on an eerie, red ambiance.
"She is here..."
"Oh, my god..."
Even Rin's assassins trembled uncontrollably, their fear palpable. Suddenly, an eerie, crimson smoke materialized before Michael.