Murderous intent
Just as Alexander began to respond, a voice broke through the tense air, dripping with mockery. "You so sure?"
Electricity sparked suddenly, crackling in the air. The electric hum intensified, and a faint shimmer appeared beside them—Fernando's face materialized, his lips curved in a sly grin.
Meanwhile, back in the viewing room, Alexander's father leaned back on the plush couch, his gaze fixed on the screen in front of him. He watched the scene unfold, his expression unreadable, except for the glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He took a slow sip of the wine in his hand, savoring the rich taste.
"Perfect," he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Now let's see how you do, now that your plan has turned to rubbish. Show them what it truly means to be the strongest of the Titanis bloodline, my son."
He leaned forward, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as he continued to watch, anticipation sparking in his eyes.