Manu turned his gaze to the rest of the Zodiac emissaries, his voice low but laced with a threat that seemed to wrap itself around their hearts. "It seems your family leaders sent you here without telling you who I am... or rather, what I am. Even though this place lies below the veil, disrespect me, and you will find your place at the pit of my belly."
His chilling words hung in the air, the room growing heavy with observable fear. Every eye flicked to the still-writhing form of the Ox man on the ground, his gurgled cries serving as a gruesome reminder of what defiance could bring.
Manu casually strolled back to his throne, his damp body gleaming under the flickering light as droplets of bathwater fell from his hair. Once again, he draped himself lazily across the throne, his posture exuding an effortless dominance. His gaze swept the room, as if silently daring any one of them to challenge him again.
