As Altair soaked in the hot springs, he savored the rejuvenating warmth that enveloped his skin. With a glass of wine in hand, he delved into the data on his Neurolink, his mind focused on unraveling the mysteries of "The Syndicate of Black."
Syris was in complete bliss as she nestled on his lap, feeling the heavenly springs against her skin. With her head comfortably resting against his chest, she looked up and admired his striking features, mesmerized by his charm and allure. He looked every bit more handsome than the Greek Gods.
"Who are they?"
He quivered at the sweetness of her voice.
"Aurora and Raven are still interrogating the prisoners, but they appear to belong to a group that dabbles in organized crime. According to Genisis, a few senators often use them to change leadership in various worlds that they can't officially control."
Syris hummed.
