Adrian stood, his sharp features marred by a faint scowl as he assessed Daniel's transformed state before turning to leave.
"Interesting," he murmured.
Despite the reassurances of his team, Daniel felt an unease crawling up his spine—a sensation he couldn't shake no matter how much he tried to rationalize it.
He glanced at his team. Their faces were grim and determined. His suit thrummed with latent energy, ready to react to any threat.
Yet, deep inside, a thought churned ominously in his mind.
'I can probably take him down with this suit and these people. Removing Adrian might eliminate a dangerous foe.'
Hovering mid-air, Daniel's body froze mid-air as he noticed Adrian smirking, his calm demeanor stating as if everything was under his control, which pissed him off.
Aurora's voice cut sharply into his mind.
[No, that's idiotic.]
Daniel clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching against the controls.