The dimly lit chamber of the Osborn Underground Headquarters pulsed with life, a low hum emanating from servers and glowing monitors.
Translucent holoscreens flickered to life, casting ghostly blue light that danced across polished walls and illuminated the figures gathered within.
At the head of the war room stood Arthur, his presence commanding and unwavering.
Clad in his signature midnight-black trench coat, his expression was inscrutable, like a statue carved from obsidian.
Leaning against a reinforced steel table was Malik, arms crossed, radiating an energy charged with anticipation.
Nearby, Selene's ash-blonde hair was neatly braided, her eyes sparkling with a fierce determination.
Jax Krayne, ever the enforcer, lounged against the wall, casually cleaning under his fingernails with the edge of a sleek matte-black combat knife.
