In a sleek, high-tech chamber deep underground, Onyx and Emeric stood surrounded by walls of gleaming panels and glowing screens. Bright, white LED lights illuminated the space, reflecting off the polished metal surfaces. The room was far from the typical dark, sinister lair — it had the pristine, calculated efficiency of a state-of-the-art operations hub. Rows of monitors displayed live data streams, surveillance feeds, and encrypted files.
Emeric leaned against one of the streamlined consoles, scrolling through endless lines of code. His brow furrowed as he brought up a particular screen, the holographic display projecting layers of data into the air. Onyx paced a few steps away, her arms crossed tightly. Despite the neutral glow of the room, there was nothing calm about her demeanor.
"I still can't believe it," Onyx seethed, her sharp green eyes fixed on the floating data. "Echo, under her control? Without the family bloodline? That shouldn't be possible."
