The Oval Office remained silent long after Damian's departure.
President Vance sat motionless behind the Resolute Desk, his elbows resting upon polished wood while his fingers remained interlocked beneath his chin. His breathing had long since steadied, yet his mind refused to do the same.
Across from him, his secretary sat in complete silence, her eyes unfocused as though struggling to remember why she was even inside the room. Right before his eyes, Damian had wiped his secretaries memories clean.
This was all he needed to confirm this man's power. Whether Damian is truly God or not did not matter because right now President Vance felt the urge to help Damian even now he is no longer here.
