"You've made a grave miscalculation, Tyler," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the danger surrounding me. My eyes scanned the crumbling hall, noting every possible exit and obstacle. "Trapping someone like me is never wise."
Tyler laughed, the sound echoing off the ancient walls. "Brave words from a dead man. The portal you used to enter this realm has been sealed. There's no escape."
I maintained my composure, though inwardly my mind raced through possible solutions. "And you went through all this trouble just for me? I'm flattered."
"The Westwood family doesn't tolerate disrespect," Tyler sneered. "Your humiliation of me cannot go unpunished."
"Is that what this is about? Your bruised ego?" I allowed myself a small smile. "How many Martial Saints did you need to hide behind to feel safe from me?"
Tyler's face flushed with anger. "Mock me all you want. You won't be laughing when they arrive."
