The taste of victory was sweet, but ephemeral. Knowing that the enemy scientist leader had been successfully eliminated lent an air of elegance to the situation. However, for the great Dr. Xeno, that was just another step. The fate of the bunch of young people was already sealed, and he would make them bow at his feet. Because, to Xeno, everything seemed as easy as he made it seem.

As Dr. Xeno's wife, you were treated with an almost reverential respect, equal to what he inspired. And when he couldn't be by his side, Stanley took on the role of his protective shadow—not just as a bodyguard, but as someone Xeno trusted blindly to ensure his safety.

You were the most vulnerable point in all of Xeno's armor, and he knew it. If the enemy found out, they could turn what he held most dear to his undoing. And, deep down, this possibility corroded his cold rationality. The clash was never just between people, but between minds, logic and science.

Extreme situations often lead to irrational measures.

For a moment, the laboratory was silent. Xeno rested his hands on the table, his long, elegant fingers pressing into the surface as if he were trying to channel his anger into something tangible. He couldn't afford to lose control—not now, not while you were in the hands of that bunch of young people.

He had predicted something like this, of course. Xeno always predicted. But knowing that didn't make the blow any less bitter.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Xeno took a deep breath, allowing himself a moment to regain absolute control of himself. When he spoke again, his voice echoed through the radio like a cold, precise blade, filled with contained threat.

“Do you realize how big a mistake you made?” He moved closer to the radio, as if proximity could amplify the gravity of his words. His voice was firm, controlled, but there was something dangerous about his calm. “If something happens to her, there will be no place in the world where you can hide. The consequences… will be irreversible.”