Imperial Capital.
Starfire Assembly Hall.
The vast palace is resplendent in gold and red, majestic and divine.
Over eight hundred seats are filled with senators representing major financial conglomerates, noble families, military factions, and other dignitaries, as well as ten thousand officials of the Imperial Capital seated orderly according to their rank.
Before long.
The governors make their entrance.
With Moonlight Power, they condense holographic projections, each seated on an ornate throne floating in the air.
Some embrace scantily-clad beauties, surrounded by springtime allure, while others are drenched in blood, chewing on the severed arm of an alien race. Some idly toy with a peppermint cat, looking indifferent.
And there are those with defiant acts, stars shining brightly.
Some senators are shocked, their expressions nuanced.
Out of 170 governors of the Federation, twenty are absent, all from the Qīngzhōu faction. Could the rumors be true?
