The tension in the air was palpable, like the calm before a storm. Silas sat in the control room of his underground facility, the holographic screens surrounding him glowing with real-time updates.
Every piece of intel Luna had gathered painted a grim picture of the world outside—a world being dragged into chaos by the Black Hand.
Luna's voice, calm yet laced with urgency, broke the silence. {Master, global tensions are rising faster than predicted. Conflicts in Europe, Asia, and the Americas are escalating. The Black Hand's fingerprints are all over them.}
Silas leaned forward, his sharp gaze fixed on one of the screens displaying a map riddled with flashing red indicators. Each represented a hotspot—a region destabilized by the Black Hand's machinations.
"Summarize their moves," Silas commanded, his voice cold and steady.
