The Rolls-Royce Phantom door closed with a luxurious, soundproof thud, locking Julian in the silence of the cabin, which smelled of expensive leather. Outside the dark window, the black car without license plates was still shadowing them, but Julian’s driver skillfully pushed the engine until the shadow disappeared at an intersection.
"Sir, we are almost at The Zenith," the driver said in a low tone.
Julian rested his head, staring at the Sovereign’s Seal that was now pulsing faintly on his wrist. "Elara, is the Black Phoenix really that dangerous?"
Elara’s voice sounded through a concealed earpiece. "They are not just a criminal organization, Julian. They are the antithesis of what the Ravenscroft family has built over the centuries. They desire chaos, while you are destined to maintai
