C23 Aramoor Morgan
Anyone within earshot of Miron's voice, laden with lethal intent, would find themselves involuntarily shuddering. His voice alone, steeped in a menacing aura, was enough to make one's spine tingle with fear.
Sweat began to bead on Dawson's forehead as he caught the scent of an impending bloodbath.
"Set up a meeting with Morgan for negotiations, now," Miron instructed with a cool detachment
