Even now, very few people in the world knew the full extent of Ross's power — his godlike abilities, his mastery of energy, and the sheer control he had over both the modern and the mystical.
To the public, he was a billionaire, a genius, perhaps even a legend.
But in truth, he was something far greater.
Unfortunately, only some of his wives ever knew about this.
As night fell, Ross stood alone on the balcony of a high-rise overlooking the city.
The lights below shimmered like a sea of stars, but his gaze was fixed far beyond them — toward a distant place, unseen by mortal eyes.
A slow smile curved his lips.
"So it's finally time," he murmured. His eyes gleamed faintly, filled with both confidence and amusement.
"Time to meet my new slave."
And with that, the air around him rippled.
His form blurred, then vanished completely — leaving behind nothing but the soft hum of energy and the whisper of wind where he once stood.
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