When another mortal entered the office, what he saw and heard was completely different from Wanda's firsthand experience.
The ceiling, floor, and walls of the office were all covered in pure black marble, so black that entering it felt like stepping into the void itself. The temperature here was no different from a vacuum. In his eyes, the figure seated behind the massive desk was not an official in a plain suit, but a black-haired giant draped in a black cloak embroidered with gold trim and wearing a Golden Laurel Wreath. A scepter topped with a Golden Eagle leaned against the desk—an object of symbolism, but the sharp wings spread by the Golden Eagle sculpture showed that it was more than just a symbol. It was also the most direct expression of power: violence. Just like the Golden Eagle scepter that had been photographed when Agent Coulson saw the Avengers fighting each other at Halle Airport in Germany, it carried dual meanings and purposes.
No matter how many times he saw him, Agent Coulson always believed this was the tallest natural-born human he had ever encountered. Whenever he met this giant, he felt something scorching lingering at the edge of his awareness, sinking down before burning his eyes and mind. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense through his thin eyelids that the light radiating from the person before him was brighter than unfiltered starlight. Although Agent Coulson understood that this was an inexplicable illusion, he could not convince his subconscious to abandon the thought. Instead, he felt as though the world were spinning, as if that person were a singularity and the starlight and planets beyond the porthole were revolving around him.
"I do not have much time to waste on you, Mr. Coulson."
The Emperor did not