"Now, the remaining factions, you may leave!"
As Owen's icy words fell, the previously restless assembly of factions fell into absolute silence.
It was too sudden.
Some hadn't even spoken, and yet Owen's meeting seemed to be over already?
Before anyone could protest, a powerful, terrifying aura surged from Owen, forcing those who had intended to step forward back, one step at a time.
As Owen exerted his aura, the leaders of the factions who had pledged loyalty stood by his side, glaring at the remaining factions.
In that moment, a suffocating pressure filled the hall like a mountain, compelling everyone to hold their tongues.
Owen's ruthlessness was well-known; if they lingered, he might truly take action.
His influence had become far more formidable than they had anticipated.
If they dared to oppose him now, it would be a death wish.
