"That voice... it sounds like Hino Julius. He never makes a move without Pyre Julius and Cima Julius backing him up."
"Good. If the three of them are moving together, they stand a better chance of survival."
In the dimly lit hall, the old man cocked his head, listening intently to the echoes of the rage reverberating through the subterranean city. He recognized the specific timbre of the Demon's roar.
He didn't particularly care who Hino Julius was planning to slaughter. His only concern was competence: could they get the job done, and could they return with their lives?
After all, these three were the true pillars of this branch of House Julius. If they were to fall in the outside world, this lineage would crumble into irrelevance.
The old man muttered to himself, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, casting divinations into the dark.
"Wait... has anything significant happened involving House Julius recently?"
