THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Her body responded involuntarily, a shiver running down her spine.
They reached a gathering place—a grand hall where a council of elders debated fiercely. Ryen’s plan was to influence a key figure, a powerful strategist named Kael, who would later play a pivotal role in the rise of the Syndicate’s future.
But before they could approach, Alara felt a hand on her shoulder. She spun around to find a figure cloaked in rich fabrics, his eyes dark and commanding. He stepped forward, a smile curling on his lips.
“I am Lord Dorian,” he said softly. “You seem out of place. Perhaps I can help you find your way.” His voice was smooth, seductive, laced with ancient charm.