Project Calamity

The aces of the agency were sitting around the sleek conference table, and at the head of the table stood Don Tiberius Leonidas, the man whose name commanded fear and respect across the continent.

Leonidas radiated power, his gold hair flowing down his back like a lion's mane. Rings adorned his fingers, their intricate designs catching the light with every subtle motion.

His piercing blue eyes were set in a face as sharp as a blade, and his perfectly tailored black suit, trimmed with gold accents, further emphasized his leader aura.

When he spoke, his voice was smooth, calm, and unnervingly authoritative.

"There are rare moments," he began, sitting slowly on his chair, "when an agency's strongest assets come together. These moments are not just for strategy, they are a statement. A declaration of power. And your presence here today is no exception."

His gaze swept across the room, pausing briefly on each of the assembled fighters.