Prince of Atlantia!

Gabriel Nightshade, his short red hair a stark contrast against the sterile, blue-tinged lighting, stood at the heart of this nerve center, a figure of command and power.

His piercing blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the silent efficiency of his select loyal subordinates, each absorbed in their tasks, to the New World Order's reach and ambition.

As the designated hour came and went, the anticipation that had electrified the air slowly ebbed away, leaving a sense of disappointment.

Gabriel, masked his frustration well, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed his inner turmoil.

"One more potential soul gone to waste," he muttered, almost to himself, his voice echoing slightly in the cavernous room.

The statement crashed against the air, a somber acknowledgment of Wang Xiao's absence.