The journey to the headquarters in Cretin Hub was uneventful.
Ezra stared out the window as the bustling station came into view.
The streets below were alive with activity, a stark contrast to the desolation of the secret realm.
The hovercraft landed smoothly on the foundation's helipad.
Ezra steps out, his movements deliberate as he follows the officials through the sprawling complex.
The air inside is cool.
They led him to the same large conference hall, its centerpiece a circular table surrounded by high-ranking officials and this time other people from another profession.
Each gaze directed at him radiated a different intent; displeasure, apathy, disinterest, curiosity and many more.
"Mr. Sylvester" says the dwarf woman from before, grabbing his attention with her neutral tone while simultaneously bringing the hall to decorum.
"Welcome back. We've been awaiting your report"
She had been apparently appointed as the spokesperson.
