After the day wound down, I made my way to Professor Nero's office. The corridors of Mythos Academy were still bustling with late-night energy—students cramming for exams, cadets running simulations in the VR rooms, and drones humming overhead, running maintenance on the academy's high-tech infrastructure.
I stopped in front of the magnetic sliding door and knocked lightly. It hissed open without a sound.
"Come in, Arthur," Nero's voice greeted me from inside.
I stepped through, the door sealing shut behind me with a quiet thud. The office was minimalist in design—sleek, glass walls, floating holographic screens displaying various reports, and a single metallic desk that seemed to adjust itself based on Nero's posture. He sat behind it, his usual unreadable expression in place.
"Take a seat." He gestured to the chair across from him.
I did, sitting up straight as his sharp gaze flickered over me, no doubt already running a silent assessment in his head.
