The air in the Main Palace glass chamber still shimmered faintly with the residual glow from Evolon's last dazzling display.
Silence stretched between every Osborn not the awkward kind, but a heavy, reverent hush reserved for moments of divine revelation.
Blue veins of data-light pulsed along the walls like a great digital heart, each rhythmic beat reflecting off their stunned faces.
Julian's knuckles were pressed against his lips, unreadable. Margaret beamed at Arthur, pride shining in her eyes.
Billy stared ahead, lost in thought yet burning with intensity. Even Ashley, the ever-restless troublemaker, sat motionless,still recovering from her earlier public roasting.
And there was Evolon, hovering serenely with his translucent form flickering gently like a beacon of calm amidst the storm of emotions swirling around him.
No gloating or grandstanding,just patient mechanical serenity.
