Aksai stood before two towering figures, the pressure in the air so heavy it felt like walking through thick fog.
Yet, his expression remained calm and respectful. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, bowing deeply.
"Greetings, Lord Blackblood. Lord Netherfrost," he said.
Hayaat Blackblood and Nael Netherfrost stared at him in silence.
Then Aksai straightened up and looked directly at Hayaat.
"Lord Blackblood, I bring a message from your son, Haitin. He's deeply worried about your well-being. He hopes you can return to the Blackblood Sect as soon as possible and take your place again as the sect master."
Hayaat Blackblood's face didn't move, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Even though he was gravely injured—his chest wounded and his heart struggling to beat properly—he stood tall and proud, not letting a single trace of weakness show.
