A hush swept across the hall the moment the doors at the far end swung open.
The air itself seemed to tighten, as though even the chandeliers knew to lower their glow in respect. Emilia’s pulse drummed in her ears as every head turned toward the entrance.
The Three Titans of Monterio were arriving.
They did not enter together. No—Titans never walked beside equals. They walked as individuals, each carrying an aura that could bend a room around them.
The First Titan
The first to step inside was Alessandro Venturi, the legend whispered about in every boardroom from Monterio to East Alemania. Tall, severe, with a gaze sharp enough to slice through glass, Alessandro walked with the calm certainty of a man who owned entire skylines.
A ripple moved through the crowd.
“God, it’s Venturi…”
