(The tension inside the dimly lit room was thick enough to cut with a blade. Heavy velvet curtains blocked out the harsh daylight of the outer sectors, casting long, dramatic shadows across the floorboards.A swift sleak camera angle zoom to Devan and a strange figure on a round table ,they were exchanging words back and forth like well acquainted friends. The air was filled with the bitter aroma of expensive tobacco and old paper, a scent that belonged exclusively to men who dealt in secrets. Between them sat a half-empty bottle of amber liquid, its glass catching the low glow of a single overhead lamp. They spoke in hushed, rhythmic tones, the kind of easy cadence that only developed after years of shared narrow escapes and mutual survival.The visitor leaned forward, his face remaining half-shrouded in the dim light)stranger "I thought you added a son to your kids list aiming that you have he any since the days"(The question hung heavily in the space between them, vibrating with an underlying curiosity that borders on interrogation.Devan smirked, swirling the liquid in his glass before looking up with eyes that had seen too many empires rise and fall)Devan"yes I had not only a child but a rare shinning emblem waiting to be upgraded beyond levels "(His voice carried a cold, unyielding pride. He wasn't just talking about a successor; he was talking about a masterpiece in the making but a wild card. The visitor let out a low, gravelly chuckle that echoed softly against the high ceiling. He shifted his weight, adjusting his posture with the effortless arrogance of someone who owned every room he walked into)stranger "men thing are looking back " (as he stretched his wide shoulder on the couzy mohagony vine stopped kingly chairHe looked entirely too comfortable, completely unbothered by the gravity of the declaration Devan had just made. To him, the entire world was merely a chessboard, and new pieces were just variables to calculate.Devan narrowed his eyes, his posture stiffening as he watched the man's casual display of dominance).Devan"why say that mismeriot "(The name felt heavy on his tongue, a title associated with chaos and unpredictable shifts in the global power dynamic.mismeriot did not look back immediately. Instead, his gaze drifted toward the stark emptiness of the room, as if watching a phantom projection of history playing out before him)mismeriot "time has passed since worldly order was achieved "(he notted casually smiling with his head facing towards the upfront white palin wallThat smile was the problem. It wasn't a smile of satisfaction; it was the sharp, dangerous grin of a man who knew the storm was coming and had already bought a front-row seat to the destruction.The silence that followed was deafening. Devan's patience, already wearing thin from hours of coded negotiation, finally snapped at the sight of such blatant disrespect)Devan"curious as i maybe i dont want to ask the endless possibilities that comes witg that smile "devan sharply pinter out his misuse of comfort by striking his raised ,huge ,dirt filled boots that were jow sitting on the table by gazing at it with certain unpleased eyesThe heavy thud of Devan's fist hitting the edge of the wood rattled the glasses. His glare locked onto the filthy leather soles ruining the polished mahogany finish. It was a silent, lethal warning that even among friends, boundaries still existed even in under such friendly surcumstances,and that the word friendship was just all but a pitiful excuse for disrespect.Devan" all should set eyes in the upcoming trivial events fires will be snuffed and ice will be melted by such powerfull degrees that no one will even try to extinguish it's rising flames ,in afar land from here worlds are being broken and rebuilt "Devan stated in a spiked wavy voice almost breaking down sound waves forms
mismeriot" you haven't stopped with this pointless story telling what good is wheel without the chariot and what good is a chariot without the horse it's a mutual world let's see if the praises you give to this young one will concer"he whispered to himself as he glommily visionished the future in his sharply for used mind.
(Distant Devan claimed the land was but reality has his ways of showing people/players concepts .A strange man was now visible ,his neck and shirt was covered in blood and his lower body was now oozing blood like a poped wine bottle ,his facial stress signs were clearly visible and that his need for help was an urgent matter he was suppose to take care of two cultured ,well dressed amd neatly carried woman passed by about the age of 40 they were and they panickg ignored the young man as he shuffled up amd down scrapping the floor a yelling for help) woman 1"what happened to him" in a low frightened Voice