Chapter 3449 Negotiation
- Hearing the eerie voice, Casimir turned alert, instinctively reaching toward a hidden compartment on his right, where he kept a weapon.
- "Relax," the voice said again as a firm hand pinned Casimir's wrist to the bed, the sudden crushing strength making him grim.
- The dimly lit room suddenly brightened, and the grip on his wrist released. Casimir rubbed his wrist, glaring at the cloaked figure now standing by the door. The Medusa Emissary, cloaked in black, turned slowly, his eyes an unsettling shade of green that pierced through his mask.