THREE DAYS LATER
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As the morning sun timidly peeked over the industrial skyline of Varenya, its soft light danced across the steel and glass of the Osborn Industrial Mega Complex.
The sprawling city of innovation transformed into a shimmering sea of silver, where helicopters came and went from those gigantic steel towers, carrying executives, engineers, and vital research materials, each flight a pulse in this living machine.
High above the clouds, Arthur's personal helicopter sliced through the wind,a sleek matte black silhouette adorned with the Osborn crest.
Inside, he maintained his usual calm demeanor, eyes fixed on live global data streams projected onto the seat before him.
Below lay a city sculpted by his vision, factories as vast as districts and biotech towers glowing faintly blue at their peaks.
This was not just a symbol of human progress, it was a testament to his family's legacy.
