Meanwhile, inside Nasha Town...
In a luxurious, heavily guarded manor overlooking the burning port district, Viscount Victor sat comfortably on an ornate throne-like chair inside his private study.
He had a lean, athletic build and wore an immaculate dark crimson coat embroidered with gold thread.
And surprisingly young, appearing no older than thirty as he possessed a refined, aristocratic handsomeness that could easily disarm those unaware of his true nature.
His obsidian-black hair was meticulously gelled back, not a single strand out of place, while a pair of thin, gold-rimmed glasses rested on his straight nose.
The lenses subtly reflected the firelight from the window, partially hiding his cold, calculating amber eyes.
The room was filled with the scent of expensive incense and fine wine.
Through the large window, he watched the raging fires consume half the town.
Victor took a slow sip of wine, savoring the taste as he observed the chaos.
