The host's heart was hammering in his chest, though he kept his posture stiff and upright, determined not to show the fear crawling under his skin. How had everything gone so wrong, so fast? He had run dozens of events under the Black Hounds without a single major incident. He prided himself on precision, control, and maintaining a balance between brutality and business. Yet tonight had spiraled into chaos, unexpected fighters, unexpected powers, unexpected defiance.
And now, standing in front of him, was a man who had just dismantled two Black Hound enforcers as if they were toddlers swinging foam toys.
Aron.
The host glanced between Aron and Sheri, mistakenly assuming the young woman was the mastermind behind this confrontation. After all, Aron stood protectively by her side like a personal soldier. Surely, she must have ordered him to threaten the host.
