As the man led them into the Umbrella Group's consortium, the intensity of the eyes on them only grew.
This was the main base of the Umbrella Group in the west, where the Sixth Pulse resided. Anyone granted access to this place was not small.
From their bearings and how luxurious they were dressed, Malakai could tell that the people in the building held some level of power in the group.
The moment they entered, it was as though the people paused whatever they were doing just to stare. They were instantly recognized, especially Malakai.
Malakai could understand what went through their minds. His power. His blood-red jacket of a captain. And the small fact that he was here, in the consortium, where the Sixth Pulse's words were law.
While Renlo showed a nervous smile as they walked, Malakai expressed nothing. In fact, he actively radiated a chilling aura to dissuade people from approaching him.
Rather than the people, Malakai's attention was focused on the man leading them.
