Confrontation of Wills

The air in the central chamber of Julliana’s obsidian fortress crackled with an energy that had nothing to do with the humming of advanced machinery. It was the palpable friction of two wills, diametrically opposed, about to collide. Stevie Green, codename America, stood on the polished black floor, her breath a steady rhythm against the thrumming of her own racing heart. Before her, bathed in the cool, sterile glow of holographic displays, sat Julliana Dilige, Black Death. She was not a queen on a throne, but a conductor