The large meeting table inside the mansion was covered with floating projections, fragmented records, and rotating symbols by the time everyone gathered again. Pale streams of essence moved slowly across the hall while Ash stood near the center sorting through layers of information with visible focus, occasionally flicking away broken records that dissolved into particles before reforming elsewhere.
Unlike yesterday's celebration, no one looked particularly relaxed now.
I sat at the head of the table while the others remained around me, North and Steve sitting slightly farther away as Ash finally stood up from his chair with his usual tired expression.
"I will say this first," he began calmly while adjusting one of the floating projections before him. "The amount of information regarding the Null Realm is extremely limited."
A massive dark projection unfolded above the table afterward.
It looked like an endless black sea stretching infinitely beneath a dead sky.
