The time had come. His family making moves in public, while Viktor operated largely from the shadows. Gathering the information he could, playing it close to the vest until the right time came around. All of it is important, moving pieces coming together and slotting into place. Observing the inhabitants of the land, trying to figure out exactly what made them tick. It's all clockwork, to him. Automatons, the lot of them.
Viktor's gaze is cold, clinical. He takes a seat, silent, as he watches those gathering around. Setting himself away from the family, not wanting any form of distraction. Locked in. Locked and loaded, though he wouldn't allow his eagerness to watch the bloodshed unfold play on his stony features. Jaw set, though the shadow of a smirk slips across his face as the challenged man approaches. His words to Enyo are... a bit cringe, to say the least.
