The air on the deck of The Sovereign Pearl seemed to turn into liquid nitrogen. A suffocating, oppressive killing intent radiated from General Titan, pinning everyone to their spots. The socialites who had been whispering moments ago now held their breath, terrified that even the sound of their lungs working might draw the wrath of the giant in front of them.
The wedding had been shrouded in a veil of absolute anonymity. Even after arriving, the guests only knew that the bride was the beautiful and formidable Celeste Lynn. The groom had remained a distant silhouette, a mystery wrapped in a tuxedo.
But General Titan’s words had just shattered the veil. The groom was military. And they called him the Supreme Commander.
"Do you have any idea who the Supreme Commander is?" General Titan dem
