The granite facade of the Palais des Nations in Geneva gleamed beneath a clear, Alpine sky.
Outside the grand gates, Lake Geneva rippled with gentle silver waves. In the courtyard where the flags of one hundred and ninety-five sovereign nations fluttered, there was not an empty seat to be found.
Presidents in tailored dark suits sat shoulder-to-shoulder with prime ministers.
Beside them sat European dukes, African tribal kings, and hidden-realm cultivator patriarchs in silk robes who had not set foot in mortal society for three centuries.
Every single world leader held a translated copy of the morning’s news bulletin in their hands.
The documents outlined the total collapse of the Ouroboros dark financial consortium and the cancellation of six hundred trillion dollars in predatory debt. Above the lake, the Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser hovered quietly at two thousand feet.
The massive, three-hundred-meter golden vessel cast a warm, comforting shadow across the assembly hall.
Its golden anti-gravity arrays hummed with peaceful, steady power, keeping the colossal ship suspended in midair without causing a single ripple on the water.
