Several minutes later—
Zavaros stood once again in the middle of his council area. This time, one hand rested behind his back while the other was extended casually at his side. His posture was relaxed, his shoulders no longer carrying the stiffness from before, and a broad smile covered his face as though he were genuinely welcoming an old acquaintance rather than preparing for another delicate conversation.
The moment he sensed the portal activating and someone approaching, Zavaros spread both arms wide in greeting, his smile growing even wider.
"Welcome, my dear brother! Hahaha."
Whoosh.
A figure descended quietly from above. His aura blazed with anger and oppression, radiating enough pressure to make the surrounding air feel noticeably heavier, yet his face remained calm, as though every expression upon it had long since frozen beneath an unshakable layer of discipline.
