He exhaled slowly, as if preparing himself.
"Alright," he said, "back to you, Billion."
His tone shifted, not emotional this time, but firm. Serious.
"I've already told you to visit the Order of Space… but let me be very clear about something."
His eyes narrowed.
"Do not join it."
North and I exchanged a look.
Dante continued, voice sharp.
"That goes for any organization. Any order. Any alliance. Any so-called righteous group. Even the ones that look trustworthy on paper. Especially the big ones."
A slight bitterness crept into his smile.
"You're powerful. The moment you show up, people will want you on their side. They'll want your power, your authority, your talent. But the higher you climb, the bigger the shadow you cast."
He leaned back, gaze cutting through the projection.
"And the Eternals have their hands everywhere. They've infiltrated every major structure across the Prime Galaxy. Orders, councils, academies, even shadow organisations, nothing is clean anymore."
