Nether Puppet

Thalnor—though in reality, Lucas beneath the disguise—stood before the ever-arrogant Vesperin, who was clearly brimming with frustration. The young master's face was tight with annoyance, lips pressed into a thin line, as if holding back from snapping at the elder for taking so long to arrive.

Despite his barely concealed irritation, Vesperin refrained from lashing out. Thalnor, after all, was an elder of the Malachor Clan, and more importantly, the one who handled the delicate matter of corpse puppet upgrades. He knew better than to burn that bridge, no matter how his impatience simmered beneath the surface.

Vesperin's sharp eyes flicked toward Thalnor, his lips curling slightly into a half-scowl, half-smile. His tone was clipped as he spoke, an attempt to maintain control over his brewing frustration. "Elder Thalnor, I've come here to see my corpse puppet upgraded, as we discussed."