Narrator

Six years had passed since the Chronotome War. The world had changed considerably since then, though most people didn't realize how much. Deep within an undisclosed facility, far from the eyes of governments, heroes, and gods, a long conference table sat beneath the dim lights of a private meeting room. Several members of the board of directors sat quietly around it, their attention fixed on the man at the head of the table. Mark Whipplefilter sat comfortably in his chair, one hand resting against the table. In front of him were several reports detailing the events surrounding the Chronotome and the recent disruptions to the multiversal portal network. At the opposite end of the table, a distinguished-looking man slowly closed his folder.