From MC's Perspective:
Don Blaire stood at the center of the square, towering over his five servants, each dressed in impeccably tailored black tuxedos. The sharp contrast of their formal attire against the bustling, sunlit street made them appear even more intimidating.
Their faces were expressionless, but beneath their composed exteriors, one could sense the barely contained power. Each servant had a strength that ranged from level 6 to level 8, and the sheer aura they exuded was enough to make the air feel heavy.
As soon as they arrived, the atmosphere shifted. The buzz of the street vanished, replaced by an unsettling silence. Passersby, sensing the impending storm, scattered with haste, clearing the area in mere moments. It was as if everyone knew, without needing to be told, that something dangerous was about to unfold.
