Thoren stepped into the ground floor of the twenty-story building with an expressionless face.
The large reception area was completely deserted, with overturned chairs scattered across the floor and several broken pieces of glass lying near the entrance.
The emergency lights continued to flicker above him, casting the empty floor in an eerie red glow.
He stared at the deserted floor for a moment and there was no sign of the three hooded figures. But Thoren did not need to search for them.
His gaze remained calm as a subtle aura suddenly erupted from his body.
It was not violent.
It did not explode outward with enough force to destroy the building.
Instead, it spread silently, expanding from his body like an invisible tide.
Like a tidal wave, it swept through the building from bottom to top within seconds, passing through walls, floors, rooms, stairways, and corridors.
Everything happened almost instantly.
