The man stood, straightening his suit jacket as he walked toward Liam.
"Liam, is it? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lazario Morvane, an elite magician and head of this… organization."
He gestured vaguely, as if the specifics of his group didn't matter.
Liam's eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn't help but think that Lazario looked like a stereotypical mafia boss from one of those crime dramas. The demeanor, the sharp suit, and the commanding presence—it all fit.
"I'm going to make this simple for you- You have two options. Work for me, and I'll spare your life. Refuse, and… well, let's just say I'm not known for my mercy."
Lazario continued, his tone casual yet laced with danger.
Liam blinked, his mind racing. He didn't know the full extent of Lazario's power, but the system had already warned him earlier that Lazario's magical level wasn't high enough to pose a direct threat.