Chapter 41
Eitan and Elia landed—
Not near the dungeon gate.
Not in any battlefield.
But inside a dark room.
The only light came from a single lamp hanging above a table, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. It illuminated one man—seated calmly at the center.
He had sleek, combed-back black hair and a freshly shaved beard that gave him a sharp, business-like appearance. Two chairs faced him. Behind him stood a masked figure, silent and still, like a statue.
Eitan stepped in front of Elia, shielding her instinctively.
His crimson eyes narrowed, mana beginning to hum faintly around him. "Halden Kairen. Guildmaster of the Crimson Guild. What is the meaning of this?"
His voice was cold. Controlled. But there was venom in it.
Halden offered a calm, unsettling smile. "Welcome, Mr. Eitan. Miss Elia. Why don't you sit down?"
His gaze turned toward Eitan. "You're a vampire, right? You might as well make yourself comfortable."
Eitan didn't move.
