Chapter 140

Third-Person POV

As the doors to the dimly lit room swung open with a creak, a figure emerged, exuding an air of menace and power. The atmosphere seemed to thicken with anticipation as the room fell into a hushed silence. It was Talisca, the renowned mercenary known for his deadly skills and merciless efficiency. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his tall frame cast an imposing shadow across the room.

Talisca’s presence alone commanded attention. His sharp, piercing eyes, framed by a strong jawline and a scruff of facial hair, seemed to harbor the secrets of countless battles fought and won. A slight scar across his left cheek served as a reminder of the dangers he had faced and emerged victorious from.

With calculated steps, Talisca moved forward, his footsteps echoing in the room. Each movement exuded a controlled confidence, an unwavering belief in his own abilities. His demeanor radiated power, a subtle aura that demanded respect and obedience.

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