Long Live The Boss!

Lyon stood up, his movements deliberate and smooth, a predator who knew his place at the top of the food chain. He raised his chin, letting his gaze sweep across the room. The weight of his earlier display still hung in the air, a lingering reminder of the power he held. The master of the Ouroboros Clan, Atrum, was visibly shaken, the fear still fresh in his eyes. He had faced many things in his life, but nothing like this—nothing like Lyon.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Lyon said, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of dominance. The words were polite, but the tone made it clear that he was the one who had been in control all along. He could see it in their faces—they now understood. They knew how fearsome Lyon truly was, how easily he could bring even a master like Atrum to his knees.