As dawn crept over Dominion Sanctum, it didn't burst onto the scene in a blaze of color. Instead, it bathed the landscape in a gentle, pale gold.
The light delicately caressed the rooftops, gardens, and the endless expanse of glass and steel, draping the estate in a serene beauty that was especially striking at sunrise.
But today, the light felt softer,almost hesitant,as if the world was holding its breath, anticipating a change.
Inside Arthur's study, however, the morning glow barely reached him. The heavy curtains were drawn halfway, letting only thin slivers of light flicker across the sleek, dark floor, like quiet veins pulsating in stillness.
The air was thick with a calmness that felt almost oppressive. Arthur sat quietly at his desk, facing a large black screen filled with medical reports, geopolitical charts, and supply chain graphs.
