Hero Association Headquarters, Hero City
Within a chamber that carried a weight of tension, the kind that made even the air feel sharp, Eventide stood in the middle, her cloak folded neatly behind her shoulders, eyes scanning the three figures seated before her.
One sat in the center, silent and still. The other two flanked him like watchful wolves, but far less patient.
"You attacked Cruxius Blac?" the man on the left barked, half-rising from his seat. "Are you out of your mind?"
The woman on the right slammed her palm on the polished desk. "He's the heir of the Blac Corporation, Eventide! Not some thug in Zone 3!"
"We've just started recovering from the incident with that Ryken idiot who attacked him in Spain," the man growled. "Do you forget how humiliating that press conference was for the Association? How we had to throw Zone 7 of the Villain Syndicate under the bus to save face?"
"And now," the woman hissed, "you repeat the exact same mistake."
