All of human civilization had its eyes on the upcoming Grand Council. Every major media outlet was scrambling to cover it, and social media was already blowing up. After all, the decisions made by the top-tier elites would ripple down to affect everyone.
Howard was aboard a sleek aircraft, speeding toward the very heart of the Inner City.
At the center stood a towering, awe-inspiring structure known as the Sanctum. Whenever something major went down, this was where it happened.
Howard wasn't the only one heading there. Other powerhouses from the great families were arriving too—Gareth, Tharen, even Serah, who was still recovering from serious injuries.
Representatives from all seven ruling families were gathering under one roof. Each of them radiated immense power—these were the apex of humanity's strength.
"It's been a long time since we were all in the same room," Howard thought to himself, a flicker of nostalgia passing through him.
