"My Master would like to have a word with you."
Adam's voice was calm but layered with something deeper.
His eyes glowed gold, unnaturally bright, and his hand remained outstretched.
There was a subtle pressure behind his words—like a force gently nudging Alex's mind forward. A coercion effect.
Probably some kind of passive skill meant to make people nod and follow like sheep.
It was too bad for him; Alex wasn't just anyone.
His resistance to illusions, mind tricks, and mental manipulation held firm.
The effect bounced right off.
Alex exhaled, raised his hand slowly... and brushed Adam's offer aside with a casual shrug.
"Sorry," he said, tone sharp and flat. "I'm not interested in meeting this master of yours."
Adam's glowing eyes flickered.
His hand dropped, just slightly.
Shock broke through the mask of calm on his face—just for a second.
He hadn't seen that coming.
Most players would've jumped at the chance. Eager. Wide-eyed. Grateful just to be noticed.
