Cassian tilted his head, regarding the lifeless body hanging from the ceiling. The captive's head had fallen forward, and what remained of the liquid expelled from his body had collected beneath his dangling feet, creating a pool of red liquid. Cassian studied him for a moment longer before turning towards Sashkia, his irises gradually changing colour as a deadly smirk appeared on his face.
"It seems I can no longer leave the Syrvoskis alone."
A shiver ran down Sashkia's spine. She did not respond immediately. Her gaze remained on the blood covering the floor, and she clenched her fists while considering what the captive had revealed.
