Ezra moved through the vibrant, neon-lit streets of First City, his destination set for the infamous Pulse nightclub.
The city was alive with activity, but his focus was singular. The meeting with Veran was crucial, and it would set the stage for his next steps.
The nightclub was a well-known haunt for those humans with power and influence, a place where deals were made and alliances forged under the pulsating beat of the music. Who knew the Blackthorne coven was connected to it.
As he approached the entrance, Ezra's demeanor shifted to one of calm confidence. He was aware of the eyes watching him, assessing him.
His Aura blossomed out of him, giving him an undeniable air of authority. The bouncer at the door, a towering figure with a stern expression, gave him a nod, recognizing power at a single glance. Without a word, Ezra was let inside.
