BOSSSS!!!

Atrum furrowed his brows, suspicion flickering in his eyes. He wondered if Lyon's words were part of a ploy orchestrated by one of the other five clans to sow doubt and discord. But as he looked into Lyon's unwavering gaze, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than mere deception.

He dropped the thought, realizing he needed to pry deeper. 

"What exactly are you implying, Lyon?" Atrum asked, his tone low and serious. "You speak of traps and lies, but where does that leave us? What is it that you know?"

Lyon's eyes didn't waver. "It leaves you at a crossroads, Atrum. You can continue chasing after the same empty promises that have led countless others to their doom, or you can start questioning the narrative you've been fed. The truth is buried under layers of tradition and ambition, but it's there if you're willing to look."

Atrum's frown deepened. "And if we choose to walk away? What happens then?"