The Minister of Defense's temporary office within the Nexus Arena was austere compared to his usual headquarters. A simple desk, a few chairs, and walls lined with holographic displays showing various security feeds and arena layouts. Everything about the space conveyed efficiency—except for the man seated behind the desk.
Minister Reign exuded authority in a way that transformed even the most functional space into something approaching a throne room. His silver-streaked black hair was impeccably styled, his uniform pressed to perfection, medals gleaming under the office lights. The perfect image of military discipline and leadership.
A complete turnaround to Lucas Grey, who stood at attention before him, still bearing the visible aftermath of his battle. Though he'd cleaned up as best he could, nothing could hide the exhaustion in his eyes or the stiffness in his posture that betrayed multiple injuries being stubbornly ignored.
