"How would we know who you are? You should have carried a banner with you for everyone to recognize," Vulture retorted, dismissing any notion of social status holding sway in their current circumstances. In this new reality, power and influence were relics of the past, offering little protection without one's own forces.
Duke's chilling presence silenced the man mid-stride, compelling him to halt and close his mouth.
"Did they finally decide to come down?" Kisha's raspy voice interrupted them as she rubbed her eyes, her hair slightly disheveled. Despite her sleepy state, she looked adorable. The man who had just barged in stared at Kisha with his mouth wide open, utterly stunned. Not only was Kisha beautiful and immaculate, but she also seemed entirely unfazed by the danger around her. In his eyes, she appeared pure and protected by the people surrounding her.
