The room buzzed with muted whispers as Amelia Cross made her way through Iron Dominion's headquarters, her presence rippling through the guild like a sudden storm. Members glanced her way, their conversations dropping into cautious murmurs.
Felix observed from his usual perch near the edge of the room, his expression unreadable but his mind racing. Amelia was a predator among hunters, her reputation preceding her. Shadow Conductor, an A-rank quirk, wasn't just power; it was control, precision, and mystery. And now, that cold gaze of hers was dissecting everything and everyone in sight.
"She doesn't waste time, does she?" Felix murmured to himself, his foxlike eyes narrowing as he noted the ripple of unease Amelia's mere presence created.
