As the holographic glow faded, Evolon's blue visage melted into the air, the floating circuits dissolving like shimmering fragments of light swallowed by shadows.
Arthur lounged comfortably in his zero-gravity chair, enveloped by silken black cushions that molded perfectly to his form.
His robe,nebula black and crafted from astrasilk and shimmer-thread,clung to him with a quiet elegance, its deep weave absorbing light as if it were sipping from the void itself.
His long legs stretched out, draped in slightly damp baggy lounge pants, while the late-night breeze caressed his skin.
The intoxicating aroma of aged wine mingled with blooming midnight orchids wrapped around him like an embrace.
With a glass of red swirling in one hand, Arthur's gaze remained fixed on the stars above. But his thoughts? They roamed far beyond the celestial expanse.
"System," he murmured softly, narrowing his eyes toward the horizon. "Show me the future intel reward."
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