A couple of hours later, the radiant sun gradually descended from the blue skies. Its golden brilliance touched the blurred lines of the horizon, marking the epilogue of the day. The silhouette of sunset gleamed behind the looming tower of concrete in the central district of New Janus.
Watching the beautiful scenery of twilight, Alastair watched the two letters signed of the four she had sent to the cardinal families. It was regrettable as the city would lose two of its four strongest forces. But New Janus was now her playground.
If no one accepted her rules on how to play the game, annihilation was the answer. She wasn't someone who would compromise. Those who dared to think so have their bodies one with nature as dust and ashes.
"Francine, have you called the two younglings?" Alastair asked her secretary, who stood beside her with poise and intellect. The gorgeous second-in-command adjusted her eyeglasses and responded. "They will arrive soon, Miss Alastair."
