Chapter 97: Trust is a Rare Commodity

I eyed the chair suspiciously, unsure if it was some kind of trap. Akasha, the Beast of Destruction, sitting calmly with a cup of tea and cookies? It felt like a surreal scene from a twisted play.

"Sit. We have matters to discuss unless you wish to jump right to the fighting," Akasha said more than asked, sipping her tea as if we were having a casual conversation.

Against my better judgment, I cautiously took a seat, keeping a close eye on her and the surroundings. The black knights stood guard, forming a perimeter around us. I couldn't let my guard down, but I was curious about her intentions.

"I assume you didn't invite me to a tea party," I remarked, crossing my arms.

Akasha chuckled, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more sinister. "And what if I did? No, this is merely a courtesy."

"I appreciate the hospitality," I said dryly, eyeing the cookies on the table.