[The Underground—]
"I bring you good news, Papa."
A voice echoed softly through the underworld cavern— it was light, smooth, and strangely calm for such a place.
A cloaked figure stepped into the half-glow, boots scraping against damp stone as faint mist coiled around their ankles.
Venom turned from his throne of human bones, his red eyes flickering like dying embers. His tone carried the kind of calm that promised danger beneath. "Speak"
The figure lowered their hood slightly but kept their face shadowed. "I've done what you asked. My name now sits among those traveling to Galveston." A pause, deliberate and confident. "And I've ensured I'm paired with Valkyrie."
A slow grin unfurled across Venom's face, carving lines of firelight through his scarred skin. The molten veins that ran along his arms glowed faintly brighter.
"You've done well," he murmured. "Very well indeed."
