AUTHOR POV
Then he stepped forward, his fingers tightening around the object that had been handed to him.
A small vial, it was a black, thick and liquid.
Whatever was inside it, he knew whoever used it won't remain the same. But he has to follow orders, who knows he could be next.
His grip faltered slightly.
"My lord… we haven't tested this fully," he said carefully. "If it goes wrong..."
"It will," the man interrupted calmly.
The masked man froze.
"But that is the point," he continued, his tone almost bored. "Failure teaches far more than success ever could."
A deafening silence stretched between them.
"Or are you afraid?" he asked softly.
The question wasn't loud, but he knew the repercussions of answering wrongly.
The masked man's clenched his jaw i
