The air in the council room was heavy with tension. Shadows stretched long across the shiny black floor, cast by the glow of floating energy signs. The leaders of different groups sat in their seats. Some wore dark robes, others wore armor. Each represented a part of the galaxy.
In the middle stood Obsidian Heitt. His presence alone could stop a war. He didn’t need to speak loudly; his very existence demanded attention. His silver eyes looked over the room. His black and red robes stood out against the cold room. He was a man who made decisions, not one who waited.
Above him, a large screen showed a picture of my face. My name was in big red letters.
ROGUE ANOMALY.
Obsidian's voice cut through the quiet. "Caden is a mistake in the system—an unpredictable force that threatens order."
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