As the last rays of morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of the Aetherwind villa, the dining hall hummed with a quiet serenity.
Leo Aetherwind sat at the opulent breakfast table, adorned with an array of sumptuous dishes that emanated tempting aromas, delicately perfuming the air with flavors that intertwined like a symphony of tastes.
He took his time, savoring each bite—his meal was not just sustenance but a ritual of power, anchoring him before the tumultuous hours that lay ahead.
Once his breakfast concluded, he leaned back in his chair, his cobalt blue eyes glinting with intensity akin to polished steel.
In this moment of tranquility, he commanded the members of his Shadow Force to assemble before him, preparing to weave the threads of his plans tighter around the unsuspecting hearts of those within his orbit.
"Listen up!" Leo ordered, his voice smooth yet steely, reverberating with authority.
