They didn't like it.
Not one bit.
The world leaders returned to their countries, silent on the surface, but fuming underneath. Adams had humiliated them. Not with force. Not with armies.
With presence.
And now he was gone—vanished into the skyline like he didn't even need the ground anymore. Left them stunned, broken in pride, holding onto nothing but their own shadows.
For a while, they said nothing publicly. No statements. No press releases.
Because what could they say?
That a man who looked no older than forty had just walked through a window that wasn't broken and made the most powerful people on Earth feel like kindergarteners?
No.
They swallowed it.
Buried it deep.
But they didn't forget.
And behind those tight diplomatic smiles and firm handshakes… they started planning.
Not another assault. Not a declaration.
Something quieter.
Something longer.
They would play his game.
Literally.
