Marcus froze.
For a brief moment, his mind refused to process what he had just heard. Noah's voice echoed through the room with absolute certainty, as if he were speaking to someone standing directly in front of him. But Marcus was invisible… untouchable… hidden even from the air itself. And yet, Noah was looking straight at him.
Below, the remaining members of the Meyerns mafia exchanged confused glances. Their expressions shifted between unease and disbelief, unable to understand who Noah was addressing. To them, it looked like he was speaking to an empty space, to a wall, to nothing.
Noah didn't move at first. He simply stood there, then slowly crossed his arms, his gaze fixed precisely on the point where Marcus hovered. There was no doubt in his posture, no hesitation in his eyes.
Marcus remained still, paralyzed, his thoughts racing. How does he know where I am? The question repeated in his mind, louder each time, breaking the calm discipline he usually maintained.
