In another location, a place shrouded in absolute darkness, a vast, circular table sat at the center of an enigmatic space. Around it were seated ten human-like figures, each radiating a unique aura of mystery and power.
Some lounged in a relaxed, almost indifferent manner. Others sat upright with a regal authority etched into their very posture. One figure, however, was fast asleep, as though the matters unfolding around her were of no concern whatsoever.
None of them uttered a word. Silence prevailed as they all kept their gazes fixed upon a massive screen hovering above the center of the table.
A colossal heads-up display glowed faintly, illuminating their shadowed faces with its light. On it, the image of Asher appeared, moving with brutal efficiency as he tore through the assassins like a dragon laying waste to a swarm of insects, insignificant and powerless in comparison.
