The chamber was dark, lit only by the faint blue glow of data-screens and the hum of the Ravenor Chair as it hovered across the stone floor. You stood beside a ruined dataslate, heart still racing from the interrogation room. Chaos agents—psychically twisted—had tried to claw into your mind.

You hadn’t slept. You hadn’t eaten. You couldn’t think through the noise still echoing in your skull.

But when he entered… the noise went silent.

“You’re afraid.”

The voice wasn’t spoken. It bloomed inside your mind—low, calm, ancient and knowing. It wrapped around your fear like velvet on a blade. It was him.

You turned toward the armored shape of the chair. A massive, almost sacred silhouette—intimidating, immobile, emotionless.

But inside, you felt him.

“Let me shield you. If you’ll allow me… I can silence the echoes.”