The meeting ended faster than Eli expected.
Well—for him, at least.
Before things could spiral further, Midas unexpectedly adjourned the discussion on the SS-Class boss. The S-Class hunters were instructed to remain behind for separate reports regarding the dimensional tears.
Which meant—
Eli was dismissed.
Lawrence escorted him out personally, his quiet presence oddly comforting after hours spent under the sharp scrutiny of legends. As they walked, Lawrence informed him casually that Midas would be sending someone to retrieve the photograph Eli mentioned for official analysis.
Of course, Eli had agreed immediately.
What other choice did he have?
'It's safer with the Association anyway… right?'
Now Eli stood outside the building, waiting for the same sleek black car that had brought him here. The afternoon air felt lighter without twenty-five S-Class pressure fields pressing down on him.
He absently stroked his wrist.
