In a dimly lit military strategy office lined with glowing tactical maps and data screens, Rebecca and Raven sat across from each other, the tension between them thick as steel wire. A silent projection hovered between them, an image feed of patrolling squads, energy signatures, and demon activity patterns. As the door hissed open.
Nikko stepped into the room.
Her presence was like the click of a loaded weapon. Both women turned to her immediately.
Raven raised an eyebrow.
"Are you done tending to your sugar baby?"
Rebecca, without so much as a word, offered a subtle nod of agreement, her expression unreadable. But Nikko didn't flinch. She glided past them with graceful confidence and dropped into a seat at the table.
"Ignore the cheap shots," she said flatly. "Let's focus. What did our soldiers find?"
Instantly, the room's tone shifted to serious.
