The sun hung high in the sky, its warm golden rays filtering through the lush greenery of the garden in front of Alex's mansion. The fragrance of blooming flowers mixed with the gentle breeze carried a sense of tranquility through the air.
Sitting comfortably against the soft fur of Lionara, his massive magical lion, Alex exuded an air of quiet authority as his sharp gaze remained fixed on the kneeling assassins before him.
These assassins were part of a group that worked at his direct order—the Drakeshade assassins.
And of course, their leader was James.
One of the assassins, clad in signature black attire, bowed his head lower before speaking.