The light of the teleportation portal dimmed, and Lauren Blackwood stepped through with composed grace, her black coat fluttering slightly from the residual energy. Behind her came Liam Drake, his expression neutral but observant.
One by one, the rest of their team followed—five Grandmasters and ten Master-ranked warriors—all bearing the insignia of the government.
The air in the European teleportation station was crisp and charged with a different kind of aura—one that belonged to a continent under the influence of the Wind Clan.
As they approached, a figure stood before them, clad in a tailored black suit that exuded sophistication and authority. His demeanor was composed yet undeniably commanding, radiating an air of confidence that could not be ignored.
