The Union Branch Director's office in Megacity I was a massive, imposing space, its walls now lined with polished obsidian panels that reflected the city's gleaming skyline through a floor-to-ceiling window.
A massive desk of black marble dominated the room, its surface cluttered with holographic data pads and a single crystal paperweight etched with the Union's blue "U."
The air hummed with the faint buzz of mana-driven tech, and the distant pulse of the city echoed beyond the glass.
Claus stood before the desk, his ashen-white hair falling unevenly over his pale face, his glowing blue eyes sharp despite the strain etched into his face.
The suppression collar around his neck hummed faintly, its blue and gold crystal pulsing, a constant reminder of his fragile state.
His mutated left hand, though smaller now, still had grotesque, claw-like fingers, twitching slightly as he gripped a data tablet loaded with his research.
