Fenrir stepped through the reinforced glass doors of Fredric's headquarters, the polished floors echoing his steps with an eerie calm.
The building was quieter than usual, no doubt because of the emergency the system had just declared.
Legion's staff, though competent, were visibly on edge. After all, the Tower had returned.
He didn't need directions to find his brother. He knew Fredric would be in his office—he always was when things spiraled out of control.
When Fenrir entered the room, Fredric didn't even look up from the screen filled with reports and system alerts.
His usually sharp expression was darkened by stress, eyes sunken slightly from lack of rest.
"Did you do this? The Tower. Its awakening."
Fredric asked without a hint of preamble. His voice was low, tight.
Fenrir crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, nodding once.
"Yeah. That was me."
