President Viola didn't reply. Her gaze shifted to the files stacked beside her, sealed reports of unregistered monster appearances , heroes going missing, data breaches in the ISA's lower Sectors. There was a pattern here, but it was so extremely elusive, shifting like sand through her fingers not allowing her to grasp the situation.
Then, the atmosphere in the room changed.
It was as sublime as ever, a ripple of gravity but so faint it wouldn't make a sound.
Shhrrrruuu!
The reinforced double doors of the room opened without a sound, then he stepped inside.
The Apostle.
Dressed in a perfectly pressed black suit that reflected no light, he moved like a shadow given form. Smooth, precise, and silent, not even his footsteps were audible.
A pair of black glasses covered his eyes even indoors, and his expression was carved like it was in cold marble
