Inside the dimly lit house tucked deep within the southern reaches beyond Ash Crown City, the atmosphere turned palpably tense as Lame Yu's words hung in the air.
The man with the slouch and mismatched legs normally carried himself with an aloof confidence, often acting as the eyes and ears of this particular Drowned Crescent Cult cell. But tonight, that confidence was absent.
He shifted his weight awkwardly onto his longer leg, and a subtle tremor ran through his fingers.
The rough-voiced man who had just scoffed leaned forward, his smirk not quite as confident as before. "You're telling me a handful of randoms has you this spooked? That doesn't sound like you, Yu."
"It's not them," Lame Yu said in a low voice, almost a whisper. "It's him."
There was a beat of silence. Then the woman with the cold voice, her lower face hidden by a silver veil, narrowed her eyes. "Elaborate. Who is he?"
