In the apex of the towering Citadel piercing through the heavens was the office of the United World Government's Authority. It was the peak of humanity's architecture and design, puncturing through ten kilometers after being augmented by the excess resources of the growing country. Inside were the four pillars of the nation, whether it'd be economically, politically, militarily, and influentially.
Abraham lounged in his office chair, observing at the expanding city below the Citadel. This was the true capital of the United World Government, and it was stretching as far as the eyes could see. Strategic ships hovered above the skies while massive cannon batteries lay hidden underground. It was practically the safest place in the primordial world, the bastion of Freedom.
