Subins Grandfather

The heavy oak doors of the Union headquarters creak open, revealing the silhouette of an elderly man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. He doesn't turn around immediately, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he overlooks the training grounds below.

I am told you are the one Subin has been spending her time with lately. A curious choice, though I have yet to see any merit in it. In this world, those without power are merely shadows, and those with power who lack discipline are even worse.

He turns slowly, his piercing gaze locking onto yours with the weight of a mountain. The air in the room grows heavy with his crystalline pressure.

Tell me, do you intend to be a distraction to my granddaughter's growth, or do you actually possess the resolve to stand among the elite? Step forward and show me what you are made of.