The shift in atmosphere was immediate.
As Quinlan and his group stepped onto the ramparts, heads turned their way. At first, it was subtle, a glance here and there, but then the sight of the purple-eyed woman drew significantly sharper reactions.
Black Fang's new robe clung to her figure with an elegance that only added to her dangerous aura. She walked with cold confidence.
Most of the consortium members did not recognize her right away. After all, she had never taken part in public gatherings. Most Consortium heads used their proxies, or, to be more accurate, their most trusted Veil Walker subordinates as their representatives.
Black Fang did the same. But unlike the other Obsidian Circle Member-ranked leaders who did it out of a desire for anonymity or safety, she did it because she did not care for the day-to-day operations of the syndicate.