The faint smirk on Veythor's lips widened as he looked straight at the masked man. The girl beside him was staring at him too, her black eyes gleaming with an eagerness that felt both childlike and dangerous.
"Prepare for death, he says? Heh… hehehe. I wonder about that," Veythor muttered silently inside, crimson eyes flashing for a moment.
The masked man suddenly spoke again, his voice calm, almost teaching.
"Dasha, it's time for you to learn something. You've grown much, and soon you'll step into adulthood. You must begin learning new things now."
He shifted his head slightly toward the girl.
So… her name is Dasha, Veythor noted quietly, his expression betraying nothing.
"What do you mean by learning new things?" Dasha asked, her tone curious, eyes flickering between the man and Veythor.
The man didn't answer her directly. He kept looking forward, his voice carrying the weight of authority.
