Chapter 67

Unbeknownst to Finnick, Orvian, after delivering his speech, went on to attend a meeting of great significance. The room where the meeting took place was dimly lit, with shadows clinging to every corner, as if guarding the secrets shared within its walls. A faint smell of aged wood and candle wax lingered in the air, lending the space an aura of mystery.

"So, how's she treating you?" A peculiar man with bronze skin asked, his tone laced with mockery, and an obnoxious smile spread across his face. His teeth gleamed faintly in the low light, an unsettling sight that matched his sly demeanor. His gaze shifted to a shadow in the corner, which seemed to pulsate before morphing into the slender figure of a woman.

"Let's dispense with the pleasantries. Do you have the items?" Orvian asked sternly, his voice cutting through the room like a blade, leaving no room for frivolity.