The VIP room, previously shrouded in a controlled and arrogant silence, began to vibrate with an invisible pressure that seemed to compress the very air, as if something gigantic were crushing the reality outside, pushing its effects into that isolated space. Shiva remained motionless for a few seconds, but his eyes, once serene, began to contract with increasing tension, as if something were draining his essence little by little. He placed his hand on his chest, feeling the strange emptiness forming within him, an absence where once there had been limitless power.
"I am being suppressed." His voice came out low, but laden with an unusual weight, something that did not match the divinity he represented.
