The world Julius conjured unfolded before Melissa and Bruce like a painted dream.
They stood upon a hill crowned with golden grass swaying under a gentle breeze, the sky above them a flawless canvas of blue without a single blemish.
Below stretched a city gleaming like polished marble, its streets clean and orderly, filled with people who walked with serene smiles on their faces.
Children laughed in gardens, merchants sold wares without raising their voices, and soldiers in silver armor stood guard not with suspicion, but with quiet dignity.
Julius spread his arms, his robes gleaming with a divine luster.
"Behold my kingdom. A world where everyone is equal, free to live as they please. No poverty, no crime, no despair. Only peace… as long as they acknowledge me as their rightful ruler and revere my name."
Melissa narrowed her eyes. At first glance, the harmony was intoxicating.
