Unholy Player

"Wow, that was quite a show," Adyr remarked, eyes glinting with interest. "Especially the final act—really captured the soul of it. Can't find that kind of drama in theaters these days."

The devouring process hadn't exactly been to his taste. It was too messy, lacking elegance. Still, he had to admit—the ending landed well.

Like a seasoned critic, he offered a few mental notes before reeling his focus back to the matter at hand.

Now, he had two clear objectives.

First, he needed to rescue Vesha before she died. This wasn't out of sentiment, gratitude, or some misplaced sense of heroism. His interest in her survival was purely practical—Vesha had answers he needed, and more importantly, she held status in this world, particularly within the Velari Kingdom. With her influence, Adyr could carve out a new path for himself once they escaped this cave.

The second objective was to capture the Dawn Raven. He didn't know exactly how rare or valuable it was, but the fact that Vesha and her guards had risked their lives just to find it told him enough—things like this didn't appear often.

Standing in the way of both goals were two major obstacles.

The first was time. He had already spent half an hour tracking the skeletons and nearly another twenty minutes observing the ritual. If he didn't act within the remaining two hours or so, chances were high that by his next login, Vesha would no longer be human, but another skeleton in the horde.

Besides, Adyr had never been one for brute-force heroics. He preferred something more calculated. More precise. Not the brawler on the front lines—but the blade in the dark.

After a few more minutes of calculating and planning, Adyr finally settled on the tactic he would use.

"Now," he muttered with a faint smile, " time to write the main character's entrance." His scene was about to begin.