Theron's eyes narrowed. What was this man going on about? What was going on here, exactly?
The man's sneer only deepened. But the moment he began to speak, Theron could hear the pain in his voice. This wasn't a pain of betrayal, but true pain.
He looked down at the man's hands and saw veins crawling around them. His body had tensed so much he was practically like a leaf trembling in cold wind, moments away from breaking free of its branch and being crushed beneath a boot on snowy ground.
'Speaking is hurting him…'
"There are only nine True Branches of the Daggers of the Night. The rest are red herrings. It's quite easy to tell which is which. If they have a Dagger Call Arena and a layout exactly like this one, it is one of them.
