A murmur rippled through the chamber, reminiscent of distant thunder rolling across a stormy sky.
Each member of the Osborn Family sat in stunned silence, grappling with the weight of Arthur's earlier revelation: Varenya, a nation once engulfed in chaos and war, was now under his control and poised to become the new heart of their empire.
At the head of the table, Arthur stood tall, his eyes shimmering under the soft glow of chamber lights, ready to unveil his next bold move.
He straightened his collar and released a steadying breath before declaring, "What I'm about to share will shape the future of the Osborn legacy."
The room fell into an expectant hush.
"We're not merely relocating as a family; this transition will encompass the very core of our empire."
He paused, surveying those around him. His voice sharpened like a finely honed blade. "All sixteen industries will be moved to Varenya."
That single statement hit like a meteor crashing to Earth.
