The atmosphere inside aconference room was heavy enough to suffocate.
The long, polished clear black table was flanked by the most influential figures of the Ozburn and Palladium Guild.
Board members, high-ranking operation directors, and elite researchers sat shoulder-to-shoulder, their expensive suits doing nothing to hide the rigid tension in their postures, among them sat Clyde's uncle his fingers twitching rhythmically.
Everyone wore grim expressions.No one dared speak casually. At the side of the room stood Clyde and Kirian, silently observing the meeting.
But the true center of gravity in the room anchored the head of the table. Seated there, radiating an almost physical aura of malice, was Rohan Zoric. Clyde's father.
His hands were tightly clasped together on the table, his expression dark and visibly furious. Though he had yet to raise his voice, the pressure surrounding him alone made the room tense.
