Deep within the underground palace, a suffocating silence loomed.
The vast obsidian chamber was dimly lit by eerie blue torches that flickered unnaturally, casting shifting shadows upon the long onyx table.
Seated around it were the executives of the Chaos Organization—a gathering of some of the most dangerous individuals in existence.
At the head of the table sat Lord Thanos, the second-in-command, a man whose very presence could crush weaker beings into submission.
His dark gold eyes gleamed with suppressed fury as he surveyed the apostles before him, each seated with varying expressions of unease.
The operation at Freya Academy had failed.
And failure was not tolerated.
The air grew heavy, the crushing pressure radiating from Thanos's form sending shivers down the spines of those present.
"Explain."
His voice was deceptively calm—too calm.
That made it even more terrifying.
