The industrial roar of Cybertron seemed as though it would never cease, but in the top-floor conference room of the Wesren Heavy Industries Headquarters in Hub City, the atmosphere was as heavy as the dead of winter.
The appearance of a single figure shattered the office's usual calm—Rhine.
He wore a perfectly ironed black suit, exuding an oppressive aura born of a powerful Magic Source. As he walked through the busy office area, employees subconsciously parted to make way for him, their gazes filled with awe and curiosity.
Rhine pushed open the door to the conference room without hesitation. Allen, Colin, Vera, and Lina were all present, seemingly in the middle of a debate.
"Mr. Allen, I'm here," Rhine said.
"Good, take a seat and wait for a moment," Allen replied. "Vera, please continue."
