In the dimness of the room, where the scarce light barely illuminated the faces of the gathered students, a whispered conversation unfolded. A student with dark hair, sharp eyes, and a deceptive smile stood at the center of the group. His aura exuded confidence, a confidence that dared anyone to doubt his words. His name was Eryx, and his name was already murmured in the halls of Azalith as someone who knew how to manipulate others to achieve his own goals.
Eryx knew he had what it took to be more than just another student at Azalith. He had ambition, and above all, he understood that power came to those who knew how to wield it.
"Listen," Eryx began, his voice soft but laced with a veiled threat. "I've heard rumors. Big rumors, in fact. And what I'm about to tell you could change everything." He paused, his eyes moving with precision, calculating the reactions of the other students. They were close enough to hear, but not too close to be fully visible.
