Dazmar snorted, waving her off. "Keep dreaming, Zynara. My loyalty's to Lord Lunareio, not to outshining Lilith or Vellrek. Though…" His smirk turned wicked. "If I pull this off perfectly, I wouldn't mind a bit of divine praise."
Zynara chuckled, sprawling back in her seat. "That's the spirit! Alright, boss, let's make this epic. Free the beast kin, stick it to the Syndicate, and maybe get a shiny new title from our lord. 'Dazmar, Liberator of the Fluffy' has a nice ring, don't you think?"
Dazmar was a bit irritated. "Don't start with the nicknames again."
…
The train slowed as it pulled into Vyrathia's grand station; its platform was filled with travelers and hooded figures.
The cabin door slid open, and the conductor—a silent man in a black cloak—nodded to Dazmar, signaling their arrival.
Dazmar adjusted his coat, his expression sharpening as he prepared to step out.
