Liam sat alone in a barely lit room, his eyes darting around the room. The only light came from a single lamp and the glow of multiple monitors displaying live feeds from various operations. His golden eyes reflected the screens as he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin.
The Advisor's expression remained calm and composed, even as reports of the raid flooded in.
He picked up a secure phone and dialed a number known only to a handful of people in the underworld.
The line connected after several rings. The Emperor's deep, commanding voice answered, laced with impatience.
"Speak, Advisor. I hope this call brings good news. I've had enough disappointments today."
