In reality, over the past six months, the Sablon Republic, acting at the head of the Oceanic Coalition, had launched repeated probes against Aeon Corporation. These were not clumsy diplomatic feelers or public accusations, but quiet, calculated incursions meant to test the limits of a power that had appeared too suddenly and grown too fast to be ignored.
They went further than mere observation. Covert teams were dispatched to infiltrate Aeon's regional offices and manufacturing plants across the globe, each operation escalating in scale and risk. When conventional agents failed, the Coalition deployed its trump cards: Mutants, assets whose very existence was buried beneath layers of classification and denial.
Every attempt ended the same way. Aeon's facilities behaved like living organisms, cold and patient, swallowing entire teams without leaving behind a trace. No alarms, no distress signals, no survivors.
