"Hey, we have no intention of starting a fight here," one of the Big Six raised both hands in a calm, almost disarming gesture, his posture relaxed as if he truly had no desire to escalate the situation. "What happened between you and Helen is over. The matter has already reached its conclusion. We're just here to take her body so she can have a proper burial, that's all. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Is that bastard seriously pretending they didn't just kill two of our brothers?!" one of Darvion's sons snapped, his voice rising with fury as he pointed directly at the speaker, his gaze then shifting sharply toward his third brother as if demanding validation for his anger.
"....." The third son of Darvion remained silent for a brief moment, his expression tightening as he carefully observed the six figures before him. There was something off, something that didn't align with logic. "What exactly are you doing here?" he finally asked, his tone low but filled with suspicion.
