Geneva – Global Summit Hall
Afternoon. Tension giving way to talks.
The room was still tense—but not hostile anymore.
After Lucifer's entrance, everything shifted. The fear didn't vanish, but it changed. It wasn't the panicked, twitchy kind. It was quieter now. Like everyone was realizing something important—there was no winning against this force. There was only understanding it… or being left behind.
The supernatural leaders didn't move back to their seats right away. They stood where they were, watching the human side closely. And slowly, the humans did the same. They settled in, murmuring, glancing at Lucifer like he was some kind of unspoken measure for how far this meeting could go.
Fowler moved back to the center of the room. His voice cut through the tension.
"We'll begin again. The point remains: what kind of future are we building here?"
