In the dimly lit room, the sleek black glass table hovered quietly, its delicate gold veins glowing softly with an ethereal light.
Above each chair, holographic crests flickered on, showcasing the symbols of the influential families that ruled the hidden realm.
The gentle hum of the energy shield vibrated beneath their skin, a constant reminder of the high stakes involved.
Little did they know, an unseen force had already breached their network, slipping past encryption layers thick enough to hide entire empires.
Archibald Whitmore rose for the second time, his demeanor now notably darker and more forbidding. "While we need to discuss VULTURE's downfall, we're also facing another urgent concern: the Culling."
The word "Culling" reverberated ominously around the chamber, causing a hush to fall over everyone.
