Perseus stormed into the command center, his heavy boots echoing against the cold floor as he moved with urgency.
Outside, a group of soldiers stationed at the entrance exchanged glances, their nervous expressions betraying their knowledge of what was happening inside. One of them stepped forward, raising a hand.
"Sir, it's probably not the best time to—"
"I don't care," Perseus barked, his thick beard quivering as he pushed past them. "This is an emergency."
The doors swung open, and Perseus froze for a moment, his eyes widening slightly at the sight before him. Enel lay sprawled across the command room's central platform, his arms around two women—Tomato and Allison—both entirely unclothed, their heads resting against his chest as they slept. Tendrils of Allison's fading dark aura still lingered faintly in the air, casting fleeting shadows along the walls.
