Zephyr lounged on the imposing dark throne, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the members of Abyss Gate standing before him.
"Greetings Gate Master!" The members chorused in unison, dropping to one knee in respect.
Zephyr nodded, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Rise," he commanded in a firm yet gentle tone.
As the members stood, none dared to meet Zephyr's gaze directly, their heads bowed in a mixture of reverence and fear.
"Damm I like this feeling...is this what power truly feels like?" Zephyr mused to himself, a self-satisfied grin on his face.
The thrill of control and authority coursed through him, he now holds the lives of many in his hands.
"Clarke, report," Zephyr called out, his voice barely above a whisper.
Stepping forward, Clarke bowed before Zephyr.
Since becoming a Mana Cultivator, Clarke had undergone a remarkable transformation.
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