The chamber of the Five was drowned in a tranquil yet suffocating blue. It was the kind of blue that seemed endless, without corners or shadows, yet the light never felt warm. Five enormous holographic screens hovered in a semicircle before Logan, each shimmering faintly, each cradling within its depths the silhouette of a figure seated in secrecy. They did not move. They did not blink. They simply watched.
Logan stood at the center of the chamber, his tall frame bathed in the same ethereal glow. His suit was crisp, his posture immaculate, his face betraying not a hint of fear, only the professional poise of a man who had been here before—and who knew the weight of every word he uttered.
The voice that had broken the silence earlier still echoed faintly in the corners of his mind. It had not been a threat, nor a question—it had been a judgment waiting to be passed.
