Andrew locked himself in his room for an entire night. He only emerged the next afternoon.

The Dragonfang headquarters felt heavy with grief. Every member looked silent and dejected. Even Knox, usually the most energetic, sat dejectedly in a corner, staring blankly into space.

Andrew pushed the door open. The others glanced at him, then quickly looked away. No one spoke.

Andrew frowned, noticing Nyx's absence. He climbed to the second floor, where Reginald's personal space was located.

Reginald was already packed and ready. Seeing Andrew, he smiled and said, "Andrew, it's time for us to say goodbye. Take care of Dragonfang for me."

Surprised, Andrew asked, "Dad, what do you mean?"

Reginald gestured for Andrew to sit. "Dragonfang was a foundation I built for you. If you can't lead the organization, I'll disband the team. But it seems everyone is satisfied with you. I'm proud that my son has proven himself."

Andrew cut to the chase. "I don't want Dragonfang. I want to know what yo