The lighting in the Main Family's conference hall had not changed since its last adjustment.
That light was an illumination state finely calibrated for buildings in the depths of star regions. Its color temperature leaned cool, and its brightness remained fixed at a moderate level that would not cause adaptation fatigue in any sensory system. The light sources of the illumination technique were distributed among multiple concealed nodes in the dome. Shining down from different angles, they created an almost shadowless, evenly distributed light throughout the space. Under this lighting, the wall material showed a matte dark-gray texture. There were no reflections, no glare—only pure color.
The conference hall was vast. It was circular in layout, roughly sixty feet in diameter. The floor consisted of a single slab of dark stone, precision-worked until its surface was so level that no perceptible difference in height could be detected from any angle. The central area was empty. There was no long table, no seating, only a circular platform slightly raised from the floor, roughly twelve feet across and two inches high. A thin dark line ran around the platform's edge, energy-conducting patterns embedded in the stone's outer layer. When someone stood on the platform and activated a sensory technique, those patterns would glow faintly, linking the person on the platform to the conference hall's energy system.
Enshiki stood at the center of the platform.
His stance was the same as when he had first stood after awakening: feet shoulder-width apart, spine straight, head centered, arms hanging naturally at his sides, fingers slightly curled. His face was turned toward the conference hall's main entrance, but his gaze had already passed beyond it—past the corridor outside, past the outer structure of the Main Family's building, toward a direction somewhere in the starry sky. His