Somewhere else, inside a monitoring room cloaked in darkness, several shadows gathered around an oblong table. Each had screens glowing before them, the same image reflected in their hidden eyes—Adam.
The feed showed Adam cornered, and Sylvie with her crimson crystalline rapier drawn, and right in front was Dr. Hal's face.
"What are they arguing about?" one shadow asked, leaning forward.
"The Duelist of Rose is there," another replied, her voice a little worried.
"Who the hell is the Duelist of Rose?"
"S-tier Hero from France. One of the strongest people alive." The speaker's fingers drummed against the table. "You're a Hero, you don't know her?"
A third shadow, with his feet on the table, groaned. "And pray tell, why did we all need to be here for this?"
Only the silence that stretched across the room answered the man. It wasn't until the shadow seated at the very end of the table finally spoke that every pair of eyes there left their screens to focus on him.
