Ryan led the two women from Sanctuary into a smaller, more private meeting room. It was a comfortable space with a large window that overlooked the bustling city below. He offered them seats at a polished wooden table, a rare and luxurious item in this world of metal and energy.
Matriarch Isabella sat down with a graceful sigh, her presence filling the room with a sense of calm. Ryan could feel her unique talent at work. It was a B-Tier skill called "Aura of Sanctity." It wasn't a weapon or a flashy power.
It was a gentle, passive field of energy that made people around her feel safe and at ease. It was like sitting next to a warm, crackling fireplace on a cold night.
All the stress and worry from his morning meetings seemed to melt away just by being near her.
The younger diplomat, Seraphina, sat next to her. She was the complete opposite. Where the Matriarch was calm, Seraphina was sharp.
