Four women stood together in a circle, their gazes fixed upon the newcomer, the one who had been summoned. Their expressions were a mix of curiosity, amusement, and something darker—something more dangerous. Seraphina’s voice was cold, cutting through the air. "So, this is the mortal we’ve summoned? How... disappointing." "Don’t be so harsh, Seraphina.” Lyra grinned, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “ It’ll be fun having someone new around." "Fun? This isn’t some game, Lyra. He’s a tool, nothing more. If he’s not useful, I’ll deal with him." Zaryah scoffed, crossing her arms tightly. Elysia stood apart, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Why waste time?"