Bruno's voice remained light. Professional. Controlled.
"Let's continue. Sir Ozai is right beside this area."
They didn't linger. The construction floor faded behind them as they moved through another secured passage, the hum of machinery gradually dissolving into silence.
Step by step, The world quieted again. Until finally, They arrived.
A door stood before them.
An office.
Bruno stopped.
He turned, posture straight, and bowed slightly once more. "The door is open for you, Young Sir… Young Ma'am."
Bruce gave a small nod. No hesitation. No unnecessary words.
He stepped forward. Sophie followed. And the moment they entered, Their eyes landed on him. Ozai.
Seated behind a wide desk, dressed in a fitted suit that carried quiet authority. His posture was relaxed, yet composed, as though every movement had been refined into efficiency.
On the desk before him lay a drawing. Not a simple sketch. An intricate design.
