The emergency session of the Narrative Defense Council convened in a chamber that didn't technically exist.
Located thirty meters beneath the Geneva headquarters, the Consensus Room occupied a pocket dimension stabilized by the combined will of the world's most powerful reality manipulators. Here, where the normal laws of physics bent to accommodate necessity, the twelve most influential voices in dimensional defense could speak without fear of surveillance or interference.
Or so they had believed until seventeen minutes ago.
Council Chairman Harrison Voss materialized in his designated seat, his usually immaculate appearance showing signs of the crisis unfolding above. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his normally steady hands trembled slightly as he activated the chamber's security protocols.
