The transformation of Floor 99 was not subtle. It was legally binding.
As The Legal Counsel slammed his paper-wasp gavel onto the air, the mahogany hallway didn't just shift; it was subpoenaed into a new form. The walls expanded outward, rising into towering pillars of leather-bound law books. The red carpet rolled itself into a witness stand. The ceiling dissolved into a mural of a blindfolded figure holding a scale that was clearly tipped toward "Profit."
"All rise," The Counsel buzzed, his voice vibrating from a thousand tiny wings. "The High Court of Intellectual Property is now in session. Case number 404: The Publisher vs. The Unauthorized Derivatives."
Elara Vance blinked. She was standing in a defendant's box made of oak. Next to her, the rest of the team was crowded in. Ignis was wearing a tie he had found somewhere (it was actually a bookmark).
