The hall was smaller than Tatehan had expected.
He had imagined something grand and large.
Perhaps a place with towering ceilings, ornate decorations, and rows of seats arranged in ceremonial form.
But this was different.
The room was circular, perhaps thirty feet in diameter, with smooth white walls that likely seemed to absorb sound rather than reflect it. In the center sat a round table made of dark, polished metal, its surface embedded with holographic emitters that cast a faint, ambient glow. Six chairs were arranged around it, each one identical in design: high-backed, ergonomic, definitely built for long discussions.
Tatehan was the third to arrive.
The leader of New Helios was already seated when Tatehan entered, his presence impossible to ignore even in the quiet stillness of the room.
The man was massive, not in the way of someone who had simply grown tall, I mean… tall was tall… but in the way of someone who had been built for war.
