The conference chamber was eerily silent, a thick tension hanging in the air.
Arthur's words sliced through the stillness like a blade poised above their heads.
"Do you know," he began slowly, "why the Osborn Family was splintered into so many branches?"
No one dared to respond; the room remained mute.
Yet, the eager glint in their eyes revealed an undeniable truth,they craved answers. They needed to understand.
With a deliberate grace, Arthur rose from his chair, his hand gliding across the table's surface.
Suddenly, the glass walls of the chamber shimmered and illuminated as holographic screens burst into life.
One by one, translucent panes filled the room, casting an ethereal glow on faces that were a mix of shock and intrigue.
At Arthur's side, Evolon materialized,a sleek figure that seemed like a shadow given form.
The walls transformed into a living tapestry of history.
