The holographic display screen on the bridge of the Golden Karma Fortress blinked from standby amber to brilliant azure.
Su Wan stood before the central console, her slender fingers moving across the holographic keyboard with rhythmic precision.
Beside her, Marcus Reed adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, cross-referencing global bank routing codes and verifying encrypted satellite links. Shen Qiaoqiao stood on the left, holding the twelve pink debt collars’ soul-key data chips in a velvet-lined rosewood case.
“Injecting biometric authorization codes,” Su Wan announced, her voice echoing clearly over the bridge speakers. “Zurich central repository online. London subterranean vault online. Manhattan financial district vault online. Tokyo Roppongi vault online. Cayman offshore island repository online. Atlantis royal treasuries online.”
On the massive world map, one hundred and eight crimson dots flashed simultaneously.
PING! PING! PING!
One hundred and eight confirmation chimes echoed in rapid succession.
Across five continents and ten thousand meters of ocean bedrock, heavy vault doors forged from five-foot-thick enchanted steel and star-mythril groaned on ancient hinges.
