The force coming from the key mark in Cail's hand increased to the point that people couldn't approach him.
The ground beneath his feet shimmered like a heat haze found in desert. Dust rose, then flattened. It was hellish.
It wasn't just them who felt the pressure... even Cail, the source, felt heavy. He got the feeling that he was nearing the limit of his physical body.
He looked at the group gawking at him and smiled.
"You guys have any idea what I'm about to do?"
Then he looked sharply at the Chairman.
"I hate people like you who always act like everyone is within your control and you can predict everything that is happening."
Even the manipulative Cail knew that there was no such thing as absolutes. He wanted to control people, but he didn't expect them to act the way he wanted. He was open to variables.
