Far above the planet, beyond the atmosphere, beyond the reach of anyone standing on its surface, a vessel drifted silently through the void of space.
It was unremarkable from the outside. No markings, no lights, nothing that would draw attention.
Inside, a single person sat before a wide display of blue light, watching the planet below with an expression that revealed nothing.
He had watched everything.
The battle. The deaths. The revival. The arrival of the three figures and the planet stopping entirely.
His fingers moved, tapping against the armrest of his chair in a slow steady rhythm.
After a long silence, he reached forward and opened a transmission.
The blue light shifted, forming the shape of a figure on the other side.
The figure was obscured, deliberately.
Only a silhouette.
But even through the transmission, the weight of that presence made the man in the vessel sit slightly straighter without realising it.
"Report," the silhouette said, flat and cold.
