"This ant has grown so big that this is too suspicious. We need to start controlling him or get rid of him soon, or else…"
As the final words of the briefing echoed through the room, Pratap Rajput's jaw tightened, and a flicker of unease crossed his usually stoic face.
Beneath his composed exterior, a storm of emotions was brewing. For decades, he had held an unyielding grip over Indra's intricate web, managing both the visible forces and those that thrived in the shadows.
But now, Evan's rapid advancements had become a threat that seemed to grow bolder by the day and Pratap could feel the certainty of his control slipping. Worse yet, if word of Evan's armor and technology reached the global stage, it wouldn't just threaten Indra's stability; the world itself could be sent into a frenzy.
