The hundred corporate elites, the nobles, and the high-tier Vanguard officers were pressed against the walls, trembling in absolute terror.
They had just watched an unarmored man physically tear apart a Level 85 World Boss-tier mech and rip a man's spine out with his bare hands. Without magic. Without buffs.
Sebastian slowly turned his featureless black helmet toward the crowd.
"The Vanguard Syndicate is officially dissolved," Sebastian announced, his voice echoing in the dead silence.
"If anyone has a problem with that, you can take it up with my HR department."
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
Sebastian let out a long, exhausted sigh. He tossed the bloody spinal column onto the crushed chest plate of Guild Master Regis. It landed with a wet, heavy thud that made half the room flinch.
