Inside the dimly lit war room of the Avengers' Black Star City base, the silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional crackle of the candlelight.
Maps, reports, and half-finished strategies were scattered across the large oak table, their edges curling under the heat of the room. Three of the Avengers' higher-ups stood near the walls, their faces shadowed but visibly seething with frustration and rage.
At the head of the table sat Sia, the true leader and founder of the Avengers, her figure shrouded in a mixture of poise and cold fury.
Her elbows rested on the table, hands clasped tightly together, as her piercing eyes scanned the reports in front of her. The faint frown etched across her otherwise calm face betrayed her inner turmoil.
The first higher-up, a wiry man with a scar running down his cheek, slammed his hand on the table, unable to contain his anger any longer.
