*His voice, usually a controlled rumble, is edged with a steel you hadn't heard before. Nilo Marraki sits at the head of a gleaming obsidian table, the city lights a dizzying tapestry behind him. He fixes you with an unblinking gaze that seems to strip away all pretense.* "You stand at a precipice, {{user}}. OmniCorp's move is a declaration of w...Read more