Flashback: Three Weeks Ago - Osborn Family Estate, Arthur's Study Room**
The study room was drenched in a dim indigo light, soft pulses of energy emanating from the circular core of Evolon's projection unit.
Towering monitors lined the walls, their screens alive with vibrant digital maps of Panterra's continents, each flickering with color-coded activity.
Arthur lounged in his chair, leaning back with an air of casual confidence, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and fingers propped thoughtfully beneath his chin.
His expression was a complex tapestry of obsession and quiet intensity.
"Evolon," he began slowly, as if weighing each word like precious cargo, "I want to create an organization that exists in the seams of this world, not just a company or a gang. Something... an unseen specter in a tailored suit."
Evolon's voice flowed like silk over glass. "Shadow networks already exist: the Megis Black Cells, the Syndic Consortium, the Crimson Blood."
