Fireworks (VI)

The house was quiet, its cracked stone walls masking the movement within and around it. Dagan walked through the entrance, his eyes moving around, checking for any potential threat, his boots brushing against the dusty floor. Behind him was a mixed group—his loyal subordinates and others swayed by his influence in the city. This showed Dagan's say in the city, a show of power.

Their chatter, though hushed, was telling otherwise.

"Isn't this overkill?" one whispered, his voice barely audible as they walked down the stairs into the basement. "Bringing this many just for two?" His expression that of a skeptic.

Another murmured, showing his agreement. "It's like he's against some ghost or a legend. All this, for what?"