Celia's grip on her phone tightened, the dim glow of the screen still illuminating the last message from NeroV. But her focus had already snapped to the man standing before her.
Victor Everwyn.
Chairman of Everwyn Research Lab. The man whose name carried weight across industries, whose mere presence could make men twice her strength hesitate.
Yet—
For all the power he held, for all the commanding presence he exuded—Celia felt no fear.
Because despite his influence, his achievements, his status—he was not a combat-type Awakened.
He couldn't make her body tremble in fear with raw strength.
He couldn't make her breath hitch from a violent aura pressing down on her.
No.
What he could do—what he had always done—was suffocate people mentally.
The sheer weight of his presence. The precision of his words. The way his cold, calculating gaze could pierce through a person, reducing them to nothing but a variable in his grand equation.
It was a psychological pressure.
