As soon as the overwhelming authoritative voice boomed throughout the mansion's garden like a strike of thunder, an eerie silence enveloped the area.
All eyes turned to search the source of this commanding voice as everyone craned their heads upward to the sky.
Descending from above was a crimson blur that hurtled down and landed on the ground just a few steps before Lucas, carving yet another crater into the earth.
A dull shockwave rolled through the surroundings before the rising dust finally settled and the figure of the man who had plummeted like a meteoroid became visible.
He was a tall man with a lean build and broad shoulders. He wore a snug plain black t-shirt that did little to conceal the sculpted muscles rolling like steel wires beneath his skin, and black jeans.
A long red military trench coat, adorned with black fur, was casually draped over his shoulders.
