The chamber remained steeped in its oppressive stillness, the crimson glow along the walls pulsing faintly like a heartbeat that did not belong to any living thing. The patterns carved into the structure seemed to twist and shift ever so slightly, as though reacting to the presence of those within.
At the center of it all stood Zermon, unmoving, his aura spreading across the entire space like an unseen dominion that none could escape from. It wasn't just power it was control, the kind that made even the strongest hesitate before taking a breath.
Nero Void stood a few steps behind, his posture relaxed but his eyes attentive, watching the unfolding moment with quiet amusement.
Beside him stood Enjin, whose presence contrasted sharply with the suffocating atmosphere. His stance was firm, his gaze unwavering, and though the pressure in the room was undeniable, he showed no visible sign of fear.
