It was as if not a person stood there, but a predator at the apex of the food chain, a dangerous creature whose threat was deeply ingrained in the genes of all humankind.
Byron himself did not pay much attention to a clearly defined hierarchy or the practice of deliberately dividing people into different classes.
But when such a scene of everyone above me is equal, below me ranks differ fell upon him, he didn't trouble himself to correct it.
"Just wait for me a bit longer."
Byron nodded to Violet, who had always remained faithfully by his side, and to the assembled subordinates, then refocused his attention on himself.
At that moment, his own body felt both familiar and foreign to him.
He lifted his dominant right hand and gently clenched it into a fist.
POP!
Without using Extraordinary Power, he easily made the air POP with pure physical strength.
