Krissan stood at the head of the long dining table, the room filled with her most trusted allies and operatives. The air was thick with tension as she reviewed the latest security protocols. Marcus stood by her side, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of unrest.
Suddenly, the heavy oak doors burst open, and a hush fell over the room. All eyes turned towards the entrance as a figure stepped into the light. It was Deyonjay, alive and very much changed, his presence commanding and fearsome.
Gasps of shock and murmurs of disbelief filled the room. Krissan's heart stopped, her blood running cold. She had prepared for many scenarios, but seeing him here, in the flesh, was something she hadn’t anticipated so soon.
"Deyonjay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He walked forward wi
