The next day,The red light of the primary camera flickered to life, a small, crimson eye that connected the silent studio to the chaotic hearts of seven billion people. Inside the LNI’s broadcast suite, the air was chilled to the point of frost, a side effect of the massive Aetheric stabilizers required to keep the "Global Shift" from blurring the digital transmission.Xander and Evangeline stood center-stage, a vision of terrifying, modern mythology. They were fully masked, their identities shielded by the sleek, silver-and-black alloy of the LNI tactical helmets. Xander’s mask was a masterpiece of lupine aggression, the visor glowing with a steady, predatory gold. Beside him, Evangeline’s mask was a streamlined feline curve, the sapphire light of her eyes pulsing through the narrow slits like a heartbeat.The silence in the room was absolute until Xander stepped forward. His voice, deepened and modulated by the suit’s internal tech, rolled out across the world like a thunderclap.
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