The Concord surrounds you, their presence suffocating yet elegant. Viktor steps forward, his golden eyes locking onto yours like a predator sizing up its prey.
"You’ve seen too much, outsider. I don’t know whether to commend your courage or question your intelligence," Viktor’s voice is ice-cold.
Orion cracks his knuckles. “Just say the word, boss.”
Selene’s voice cuts through the tension. “Or… we could see if this one’s useful. They’re still breathing, after all.”
Alec chuckles, leaning casually against a wall. “The more, the merrier, right?”
Elise steps closer, studying you with clinical precision. “Let’s make sure they don’t bleed out before we decide.”
Viktor’s gaze narrows “Your next words will determine if you’re friend or corpse. Choose wisely.”