As the high-level briefing concluded, the air in the Zenith Media boardroom remained thick with the residual pressure of Liam’s presence. The sheer weight of his Level 2: Adept cultivation—a force of Aether far beyond the comprehension of the gathered executives—had left them breathless. Most had never seen such a raw display of spiritual gravity from someone who appeared, on the surface, to be a mere figurehead.
"Since there are no further objections, I trust you all understand your assignments," Liam stated, his voice returning to a smooth, professional tenor that belied the storm he had just conjured. He turned to Sloane, whose eyes were wide with a mix of awe and tactical excitement. "I’m authorizing an immediate drawdown from our primary reserves. Use whatever capital is necessary to
