Mid Sector 99 — Planet Zragan
In what appeared to be a small hall, a place closer to a sealed chamber than a reception room, there were only two people present—no third.
The silence inside was thick, almost tangible, pressing against the walls as though even sound itself had been ordered to remain still. The faint glow reflecting off the crystalline surfaces of the chamber gave everything a cold, distant feel, as if this place existed outside the passage of time.
The first was a man seated with composure upon a luxurious chair. His posture was straight, unmoving, exuding an authority that did not need to announce itself. His skin shimmered between white and blue, gleaming and radiant as if it were a fragment of an ancient ice masterpiece forged millions of years ago, something untouched by decay or time. Above his head rested a small crown of the same substance, as though it were not an accessory, but a natural extension of his being, grown rather than worn.
