The wild laughter was abruptly halted by his question, causing Medea to pivot towards him, a grin suspended on her features.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Martin. But only Enigmas can truly comprehend its meaning."
***
At the same juncture within the headquarters, Lucas found himself grappling with a storm of frustrated sighs, each one an embodiment of the turmoil brewing within him.
The weight of what he had uncovered weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he struggled to gather the resolve needed to deliver this unsettling revelation to Clyde.
However, as the imposing doors of the hall swung open, a surge of determination coursed through Lucas. He straightened his posture, his chest subtly puffing out as if to physically bolster himself.
As soon as Clyde's figure emerged, Lucas immediately dropped into a respectful bow, his movements practiced yet carrying an air of deference that echoed the gravity of the news he was about to convey.