"I believe you have information for me," Caspian's voice was a deep, resonant growl that filled the room, every word carrying an unspoken threat that seemed to seep into the air, thickening the tension around him. His presence alone was enough to send ripples of unease through the room, his eyes cold and calculating as he stared at the woman standing before him.
"Yes, sir. A message has arrived from the mutant academy," the woman responded, her voice steady, betraying none of the nerves tightening her chest, though the tension in her shoulders was evident. She hesitated for just a fraction of a moment before she continued, as though bracing herself for the storm that was sure to come.
Caspian's eyes narrowed, his impatience growing palpable. "And may I ask what the content of the message is?" His tone was a sharp command, the pressure of his authority pressing down on her, forcing her to act quickly.