Ideal Power or Thought Power

Ram's fingers drummed restlessly on the steering wheel, his gaze flicking toward Mai. She sat in the passenger seat, her eyes sharp and calculating, dissecting every detail of the scene before them.

Around the clearing, different groups of mercenaries and professionals loitered, each armed to the teeth, but none making a move yet.

There was an uneasy calm that set Ram on edge. "What's the plan, Mai?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.

Mai's gaze never wavered, her tone steady. "Those soldiers by the entrance."

She pointed subtly toward a group near the far end of the clearing, standing in perfect, almost unnervingly precise formation. "They're not ordinary. Those are bio-mechanical soldiers—combat units from the Shadow Society."

Sid, leaning against the truck, his arms crossed, stiffened at her words. "So, the rumors are true," he muttered, his voice darkening. "The Shadow Society is really clearing out monster dens."