Royal Palace of Macro – The King's Office
In the richly decorated hall of the royal palace, a heavy atmosphere hung in the air. A tense silence filled the room, disturbed only by the discreet ticking of an ancient clock mounted on the wall.
The King of Macro sat behind his massive wooden desk, an ornate masterpiece carved with the history of the kingdom. His fingers were interlocked before him, his eyes fixated on the document he had just placed down. Ever since Monsieur X had announced his project, he had not wasted a single second.
Opposite him stood two of the most influential men in the country, waiting in silent anticipation.
To his right, the Prime Minister, a man of imposing stature marked by the weight of responsibility, sat rigidly in his chair. To his left, standing with an impassive expression, was the head of the intelligence services—an elusive figure, always clad in a dark suit, with the cold, calculating gaze of a man accustomed to handling crises.
