King Gorgon stood before the restrained lady, his massive arms crossed and his spear grounded beside him.
The weight of silence hung over the plaza, thick with uncertainty. The guards stood nearby, watching both their former leader and their new master, unsure of what would happen next.
"What do we do with her?"
Gorgon asked, voice low and steady as he turned to Fenrir.
Fenrir didn't hesitate.
"We don't need her. Get rid of her."
The words were cold and final.
Gasps broke out among the onlookers. The lady's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Wait—what did you just say?"
Fenrir stepped closer, his eyes locked on her without an ounce of sympathy.
"You heard me."
She shook her head slowly, trying to compose herself.
"If you do this… if you kill me, you'll never leave the first floor. I control the gate. Without my message, the second floor won't open. You'll be stuck here forever, just like the rest of them."
