[Third Person's POV]
"Jason!"
Jason emerged from the shadows with a sneer on his face, his eyes narrowing as they fell on Samael and the group. The guards accompanying him bristled with hostility, their hands hovering near their weapons.
"How dare you, a half-breed, talk to the heir Ashwood like that!" one of the guards barked, his voice filled with contempt.
Samael's jaw clenched, a mixture of anger and exhaustion evident on his face. He tightened his grip protectively around Mother and Alice, shielding them instinctively from the advancing group. Liliana moved closer to Sionna, positioning herself between the guards and the rest of the family.
"We're leaving," Samael stated firmly, his voice cutting through the tension. "Stand aside."
Jason chuckled darkly, his gaze flicking over the group with disdain. "You think you can just waltz out of here after everything that's happened?" he taunted, taking a step forward. "You and your little band of misfits have caused quite a stir."
