Chapter 48

• The heavy doors to the council room creaked open as Dante strode in, his presence commanding the room. The large, dimly lit space was filled with his most trusted lieutenants and advisers, all awaiting his arrival. As usual, his aura alone seemed to settle the air, turning the conversations into hushed murmurs.
• Dante’s eyes swept over the room, meeting the gazes of his most loyal followers, Viktor, the strategist, his sharp eyes always calculating; Marcus, his enforcer, with a stoic expression that betrayed no emotion, and the others who stood around the table, awaiting his orders.
• He took his seat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping gently against the wood. Without a word, the others fell silent, waiting for him to speak.