The war room on the Odyssey was no longer a quiet place for one man to carry the weight of the universe. It was now full of people, a bustling hub of determined energy. Ryan had called a council of war, gathering all of his allies together to face the coming storm.
The room was a strange and wonderful mix of different cultures and personalities. Matriarch Isabella of the Sanctuary sector was there, her face calm and wise, representing the power of life and nature.
Jaxon Ryder's echo was present as a flickering, life-sized hologram, looking as confident and roguish as he ever had in person. Carmella stood beside his hologram, her arms crossed, her sharp eyes missing nothing.
The newly elected leaders of Asylum were there too, their faces still a little blank, but with a new, quiet determination in their eyes. They represented the millions of people who had been saved and were now fiercely loyal to their saviors.
