Finally, all eyes turned to the rear of the group. Zobin didn't step forward. He remained perfectly still in the shadows of a moldy pillar, leaning against the damp stone with his arms crossed. Without even looking up, his hand subtly flicked, and a pair of dark, wicked daggers slid seamlessly into his grip before vanishing back up his sleeves just as quickly.
"Zaun," Marrowin introduced for him, as Zobin merely offered a sharp, silent nod. "He wielder daggers. He doesn't say much, but he is exceptionally skilled at one-hit sneak moves, finding critical weak points, and eliminating high-priority targets from the shadows before they even know he's there."
With the introductions complete, the atmosphere in the ruined inn shifted. Johnn's initial irritation morphed into a tense, begrudging respect. Despite their bickering, the sheer balance, high tier elemental affinities, and clear mechanical synergy of the Brilliant Flame proved they were a force to be reckoned with.
