Arthur gave a slow nod.
Evolon remained quietly afloat in the center of the room, its see-through figure intertwined with streams of radiant golden code.
Before Arthur, a large holographic globe spun, with each continent glowing from vibrant networks of light, trade routes, data lines, and medical frameworks. The Osborn emblem softly glimmered at every intersection.
Seated behind his desk, Arthur maintained a straight posture and a unreadable expression. Dressed in black, he stood out against the brightly lit surroundings, while the soft hum of Evolon's systems permeated the air.
"Evolon, do we have any additional reports?" Arthur asked, taking a sip of his wine.
"Yes, Patriarch," Evolon responded.
Arthur gave a slight nod, his gaze fixed on the rotating holographic globe. "Please go on."
Evolon's voice was the calm precision of a machine built for managing empires.
