Third Person's POV
Inside the factory, the air was thick with the scent of rust, machine oil, and tension. In the conference room, a dozen auras intertwined, all filled with restlessness, unease, and wariness—like a pack of wolves trapped in a cage.
The door swung open, and in that instant, every aura tensed as if an invisible claw had gripped their throats.
Theron walked in. He didn't need to project an aura of intimidation; his mere presence was suffocating. The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted.
The weaker ones instinctively stepped back, their breathing becoming shallow.
Cassius followed closely behind. His aura was raw—violent, uncontrolled, like a wolf on the hunt.
Theron stopped at the table but didn't sit. His cold gaze swept across the room, as if he were surv
