I didn't grant her the luxury of a response—only a silent, unwavering gaze that cut through the tense air between us.
If my instincts weren't betraying me, then this woman was none other than Eris—a name whispered in the shadows, a legend in the underworld. She was the leader of the Silver Blades, an organization hell-bent on dismantling monarchies. A ghost of rebellion. A blade honed for a single purpose.
Yet, despite her reputation, I hadn't expected to come face-to-face with her here of all places.
I took a slow step forward, my voice calm, yet laced with quiet authority.
"Now then, why exactly are you so eager to know about the Eclipse?" I asked. My words weren't a mere question—they were a probe, a challenge. "You didn't seek us out, draw your blade, and demand answers about them without already knowing something. Perhaps you even share a connection with them. So tell me—what led you to this moment?"
Her expression hardened instantly.