Han Soi had been sitting calmly in the meeting room, listening to reports about border energy routes and military supply schedules, his expression cold and steady as always, when suddenly a sharp discomfort pierced through his chest without warning.
It was strange. His fingers paused mid motion. Something felt wrong.
It was not pain, not anger, but a deep, crushing unease that surged from his heart straight into his bones, making his breathing turn heavy.
Han Soi lowered his gaze slowly, his pupils shrinking sharply as a suffocating sense of dread wrapped tightly around his mind.
"She's not safe," he said suddenly, his voice low and dangerous.
Before anyone could react, he slammed his hand onto the table and stood up abruptly, his chair screeching loudly as it was pushed back by force.
"I'm leaving," he said coldly.
The four men seated nearby instantly rose to their feet, their expressions changing the moment they felt the Duke's unstable aura leaking out uncontrollably.
