Outside, the air remained crisp, but the atmosphere near the man-made lake had turned chaotic. One by one, the people who had spent the last hour hurling insults and elitist taunts at Dominic Mylod were systematically rounded up by the security detail. The spectacle of wealthy "gentlemen" and "ladies" in silk suits and designer dresses being unceremoniously hauled toward the water was a sight that few in Duskhaven City would soon forget. A series of heavy splashes echoed across the courtyard, followed by the frantic gasps and sputtering of the socialites as they hit the frigid water.
Alexis Mackay, standing tall in the center of the showroom like a conquering general, projected an aura of absolute conviction. His voice boomed through the high-ceilinged hall, commanding total attention. "I
