บท 241: QUAGMIRE

Memories of the past came rushing to me after the discussion I had with Lord Niko.

Akasha Vlad and Bloodriver—two forces of nature, always at odds with the Lord of Sith, always undermining every proposal he laid before us. I can still hear Akasha's icy voice, dripping with arrogance as he argued relentlessly, his eyes always calculating, always scheming. Bloodriver, on the other hand, never hid his intentions. His voice was fire—loud, aggressive, never subtle. Every time the Lord spoke, you could feel Bloodriver's defiance radiating through the room.