Multiple POVs | Mondrovia
Power always moves quietly at first. Mondrovia didn't break all at once. Instead, it changed slowly and quietly, like thin ice cracking over dark water.
Everything seemed normal. The city center still shone, the wealthy neighborhoods kept their quiet luxury, and the glass towers in the business district reflected the sunlight.
The traffic moved with its usual impatience, cafés stayed crowded, and the nightly news spoke in carefully neutral tones. But beneath that polished rhythm, something was slipping out of alignment.
Adrian Kael stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the city below.
From this height, Mondrovia looked orderly, the streets laid out with deliberate balance, districts busy with purpose as professionals walk by quickly.
But he felt it.
