Shadow. Rose

The Eclipse Syndicate headquarters loomed like a black scar on the horizon, its monolithic structure devouring the sunlight rather than reflecting it. The building's surface, dark as voidstone, was so polished it mirrored the world around it in twisted reflections, as if rejecting reality itself. Power radiated from its foundation, the kind of pressure that could crush the will of weaker men, yet today, the fortress felt… different.

Tense. As though the very walls were holding their breath.

Inside, seated on a sleek obsidian couch in a massive office of steel, glass, and shadows, a man scrolled through a glowing tablet.

Reports flashed across the screen, but his focus wasn't on the words alone—it was the implications they carried. His jaw tightened, expression shifting from disbelief to frustration the longer he read. With every swipe, his pale eyes narrowed further, the vein at his temple throbbing steadily.