Mutant awakening: My evolution knows no bounds

"I apologize for that, Mr. Cobrafang, but that wasn't our intention. We sent the message that way because we thought it would be best if we gave you all the details in person," Sir Dominic explained, his heart pounding heavily in his chest as he instinctively took a step backward. The air felt oppressive, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on him.

"Is that right, Dominic?" Caspian's voice dripped with icy sarcasm, his eyes cold and unyielding. "And here I was, thinking you sent such a brief message because my son's death meant nothing to you — that you couldn't be bothered to spend the time writing a long, thorough explanation." The bitterness in his words was palpable, slicing through the air like a dagger.

"Ah, no, that's not the case, sir," Sir Dominic quickly responded, his voice strained and his hands clasping each other tightly. He could feel the judgment emanating from Caspian's glare. Caspian nodded slowly, his expression a mask of contemptuous disbelief.

"So, tell me, Dominic. What exactly happened to my son?" Caspian Cobrafang's voice was low, each word pronounced with deliberate menace, echoing through the room.

"Can we talk about this in my office instead? I'd prefer if we were alone," Sir Dominic suggested cautiously, his voice barely masking his nervousness. His eyes flicked to Caspian's men, their presence adding an extra layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere.

"Very well," Caspian replied, his tone devoid of emotion. He waved his right hand dismissively, signaling his men to accompany him. They stepped into formation, a silent show of force, their expressions hard and unreadable.

They exited the portal room, their footsteps synchronized in a chilling rhythm as they made their way toward the office. The silence during the walk was suffocating, each second stretching into an eternity. The corridor seemed longer than usual, the weight of unspoken words and suppressed rage hanging heavily in the air. In a matter of minutes, they arrived at the door to the office.

Sir Dominic reached out and pushed the door open, his hand trembling slightly. The hinges creaked softly as they entered the room.

Inside, Miss Kara was already present, diligently arranging the chairs and ensuring everything was in perfect order for the impending discussion. Her movements were precise, almost mechanical, as if she were bracing for the storm she knew was coming.

"Who is this angel?" Caspian asked, his gaze sweeping over Kara with open admiration. His eyes lingered on her, a hint of curiosity flickering beneath his stoic exterior.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"This is Kara, my assistant. She was also there when it all happened, which is why I asked her to be present during the meeting," Sir Dominic introduced, his voice more confident now that he was back in familiar surroundings. He walked briskly toward his seat, needing the security of his desk between him and the storm that was Caspian Cobrafang.

"Well, if she doesn't mind, I'd like to take her back to my zone and make her my personal assistant," Caspian remarked, his gaze still fixed on Kara. His voice held a mixture of jest and seriousness, a dangerous ambiguity that hinted at his power.

Kara remained unfazed, her eyes focused on the task before her, refusing to acknowledge the comment. Her indifference was a silent, subtle defiance.

"I don't think that would be possible, Mr. Cobrafang," Sir Dominic replied, his tone firm yet respectful. He settled into his chair, his fingers gripping the armrests as if anchoring himself.

"Why not?" Caspian challenged, his arms folding across his chest, his eyes narrowing dangerously. The room's temperature seemed to drop, his words laced with a subtle threat.

"Let's skip this topic and focus on what we came here for — the matter of your son's death," Sir Dominic said carefully, his voice steady despite the pressure building in the room. He paused, drawing in a shaky breath. "As you already know, he died during a mission."

Caspian's jaw clenched at the mention of his son, the pain barely concealed beneath his hardened expression.

"One of our staff members reported a few days ago that they discovered a strange building on the Agogjie planet," Sir Dominic began, his voice adopting a more formal tone as he recounted the facts. "The structure belonged to the Sycrax species, and it was filled with weapons and advanced equipment. The discovery was unexpected and troubling."

"A Sycrax base on the Agogjie planet?" Caspian's voice rose slightly, disbelief etched across his face. His eyes glinted with suspicion as he leaned forward. "That sounds absurd. Do you expect me to believe that?" His tone was sharp, almost accusatory.

Sir Dominic swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the truth pressing down on him.

"That's what we thought at first," Sir Dominic said, his voice steady but edged with tension. "We decided to investigate because our staff also discovered a switch — one that powers a portal capable of transporting creatures from another planet into a mutant realm... or moving them from one realm to another."

He paused briefly, his eyes flicking to Caspian, who listened with an intense, unwavering gaze. The weight of the revelation hung thick in the air.

"The Sycrax species has been seeking a way to gain access to Earth for centuries. So far, they've failed to create a portal that leads directly to our planet. Instead, they shifted their focus to mutant realms. If they could breach a mutant realm, they could then infiltrate Earth when an expedition party attempts to clear the realm." Sir Dominic's tone was grave, every word deliberate. Caspian's eyes narrowed as he processed the information, his jaw tightening.

"I see," Caspian mused, his voice low and contemplative, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

"That's why we sent our top staff to the Agogjie planet to investigate and gather supplies. However, when they arrived, they realized it was a trap. The Sycrax planted those supplies to lure us in. Their goal was to defeat our team and use our portal to return to Earth. Your son, Barry, was among those who encountered the Sycrax. Unfortunately, he wasn't strong enough and... he was overwhelmed."