The Mayor's oppressive presence loomed over CEO and Shock as they sat, nerves taut like wires, around the grand table in his ominous chamber.
Facing a level-600 Moonscorched commander was more than enough to keep their pulses racing.
And even though the Mayor wasn't on par with Father Hugo or the Altered Ones, his aura alone was enough to chill them to the bone.
"Eat your dish, fools," the Mayor commanded, clapping his hands together with a sinister gleam in his eyes. "Butler, bring our dinner."
CEO's face went pale: didn't he kill the butler?
'You fucking idiot...' Shock shot a glare at CEO, his expression filled with anxiety.
They both knew that if the Mayor discovered his servant was dead—and worse, that they were responsible—they'd be as good as corpses.
The Mayor wouldn't just punish them; he'd make sure they suffered.
They both tensed, bracing to either fight or flee.
