His right hand standing near the wall moved slightly. "Should we increase pressure?"
Bloodstain picked up the report again with a look of interest.
"No."
The lieutenant blinked. "No?"
Bloodstain smiled before setting the report down. "Pressure makes weak things crumble."
"But interesting things…" his inked face seemed almost to darken under the red light. "…they grow sharper."
He stood slowly, overshadowing the table. "Renzhi wanted me to frustrate him."
He displayed a predatory grin. "But now… I want to see what happens when I truly provoke him."
...
The private chamber of the Shadow Reapers' leader was dimly lit with strips of blue light embedded into the black walls.
The room itself carried a luxurious yet dangerous atmosphere. One side consisted entirely of reinforced glass overlooking the lower levels of the base where two new members moved about, trained, argued, laughed, and sharpened themselves into weapons.
