Magnus sat at the head of the inner hall with his hands folded loosely atop the armrest of his chair as the last of the briefings wrapped up. The crystalline dome above filtered the light into cool, orderly beams that slid across marble and steel alike, reflecting New Dawn's obsession with control, clarity, and hierarchy.
At his gesture, the hall cleared.
Two figures stepped forward and came to a precise halt several meters before him. These were the pair of S-tier awakened combatants that New Dawn had imported from poor countries, from Colombia and Nigeria, respectively.
