Ethan walked behind Anton and Nikolai, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor of NovaTech's rooftop. The tension in the air was palpable as if even the city skyline surrounding them had quieted in anticipation.
As they moved toward the secluded area where the elites had claimed their territory, Ethan could feel the weight of unspoken expectations pressing down on him.
Jessica, David, Charles, and Lena followed closely behind, their expressions a mix of concern and uncertainty. Unlike the main event area, this part of the rooftop held a different atmosphere—cold, unwelcoming, and charged with an invisible pressure.
When they reached the boundary of the elites' space, a line of imposing guards stood ready. They weren't just hired muscle; they carried an aura that sent shivers down anyone's spine.
