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The Apex Syndicate's laboratories thrummed with a low, metallic drone, a soundscape that did nothing to silence Vex's frantic, self-aggrandizing lecture. The violet crystal nestled between his temples pulsed faintly with each sweeping gesture, his filtration mask lending his voice a distorted, grating edge as he extolled his own supposed brilliance. Draven stood motionless, his gloved hands clasped tightly behind his back, the white cuffs of his uniform stark against the dark tactical fabric. To any observer, he was the very image of imposed discipline; behind the opaque screen of his helmet, his eyes were narrowed in profound fatigue. *Not this,* he muttered inwardly, the thought a weary, gravel-tinged rumble that betrayed his desperate wish to be elsewhere—perhaps in the quiet company…