The hallway outside the Tyrants' Meeting Hall. The atmosphere is tense, with the echoes of footsteps as the Tyrants disperse. The air is filled with a mix of murmurs and lingering power signatures from the intense meeting.
Ethan adjusted his spectacles as he stepped out of the meeting room, his mind buzzing with everything that had been discussed. He could feel the eyes of the other Tyrants on him, some filled with curiosity, others with thinly veiled hostility.
Lamair fell into step beside him, his usual calm demeanor unshaken. "You handled yourself well back there," Lamair said in a low voice. "But be careful. You've stirred the pot, and Leon isn't the type to let go of a grudge easily."
Ethan nodded, his grey eyes glinting with a mix of determination and caution. "I'm aware. If he wants to challenge me, I'll be ready."
