The monolithic, glass-paneled skyscraper stood in the absolute center of the city's financial district, piercing the terrestrial clouds like a massive, glittering spear.
The fleet of armored Maybachs seamlessly bypassed the chaotic traffic, descending into a heavily fortified, private underground parking garage. The sheer level of security was staggering. Elite private military contractors, dressed in impeccable dark suits, stood at attention, forming a flawless, impenetrable perimeter the absolute second the vehicles came to a halt.
Zarek stepped out first, his golden eyes sweeping the concrete expanse with the lethal, calculating precision of a Dragon King, before extending his hand to Roxy.
She took it, stepping out of the luxurious SUV and into the cool, climate-controlled air of the garage.
"This way, Matriarch," Syris murmured smoothly, gesturing toward a set of polished steel doors guarded by two heavily armed men.
