Devillian adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit as he exited the upscale restaurant. The meeting with the foreign party had gone as planned—smooth, efficient, and entirely under his control. His sharp gaze scanned the bustling street outside, taking in every detail like a predator surveying its territory.

His security team moved ahead, ensuring his path was clear, but Devillian barely paid them any attention. His mind was already calculating his next move in the intricate game of power he played daily.