"So what's your name?"
"Albert Frost!"The man replied.
"I see."
Albert Frost didn't waste time with pleasantries. His cold eyes skimmed over the group, dismissing them without a word. It was as if they didn't even exist.
"Kael. Follow me," he said, already turning toward the fortress interior.
Everyone froze and looked at Kael in shock because he didn't call him Lord.
Vic's eyes twitched in irritation. "Tch. Who the hell does this guy think he is?" he muttered under his breath.
Kael didn't even look back. He just smirked. "Relax, Vic. He's just got a stick up his ass. Let's see where this leads."
The halls of Black Fortress were worse than the battlefield outside. The floor was slick with dried blood, and the torches barely kept the shadows at bay. The walls bore deep gashes from past fights, some areas crumbling but still holding strong.
Albert led them deeper inside, his footsteps steady and confident. He acted like he owned the place, like nothing could shake him.
