Tens of doctors rushed toward the White King as he extended his hands from the carriage. They knelt immediately.
"I am alright…" he said, his voice steady despite his armor literally cracking.
Adam looked around, uncertain. "Where am I supposed to go again?"
The White King's gaze cut through him. "I'll take care of it."
Meanwhile, the gathering of the councils was starting with urgent preparation. Hundreds of lords gathered, each in distress at the current state of affairs. Twenty regions had been split into functional divisions—Defense, Intelligence, Finance, Health, Infrastructure, Education, Environment, and Law. Each division was further split into three subgroups, each with twenty more subdivisions, layering across the king's authority from top to bottom.
The halls echoed with the whispers of countless elders, the scratching of quills, the subtle hum of tension. Bells clanged, chains rattled, and a magic circle on the floor hummed with power.
"Order in the Council!" boomed the sergeant of the council. "We have gathered here today to discuss the critical perils we face."
Silence fell. Every lord sat at a table, eyes on the blank crystal surface before them. Each crystal connected to the others, linking intelligence, data, and votes from every corner of the kingdom.
A yellow-haired elder stepped forward, council ID in hand, taking his place at the stage. "As you know," he began, voice measured, "arising problems today have caused great disruption. Our king has been incapacitated... Tended, and destruction has swept through the upper layers of the platform kingdom."
Suddenly, the alarm bells rang again. A top executive lord's voice rang out, frustrated and panicked.
"What am I supposed to do now? The upper layers I managed—destroyed utterly!" He stood abruptly, red-faced, gripping the edge of the crystal table. "Will my position be stripped from me? I don't deserve this!"
The sergeant of the council waved him down. "Sit, please."
The top-layer lords were caught in a storm of votes and countervotes. Recomposition of the upper layers—long-term governance solutions, replacements, and redistribution—was required, but many feared the loss of authority or the dilution of their power.
A wave of social unrest stirred among the council chambers. The sergeant's voice rang again, firm:
"We do not have time for indecision. The loss of infrastructure and economic stability must be addressed immediately for the survival and shelter of citizens in the affected regions."
Some lords, desperate to retain their influence, sent urgent messages recommending the revocation of lower-layer authority and resisting top-layer redistribution of positions.
"No!" a protest rose. "We should postpone decisions for the top lords. Economic and defensive measures take priority before tackling larger structural reforms!"
The argument escalated. Top-layer lords shouted, their voices sharp with indignation:
"Well then, hypocrites! Your platforms remain unharmed. Do you not see that major corporations and merchants are the one who invested us the top layers? If nothing is done now... I am still a lord" Silencing himself to prevent something coming from his mouth
Minutes passed. Whispers turned to tense silence. The council, paralyzed by competing fears and ambitions, could not reach a decision. The kingdom's hierarchy teetered on the brink, the machinery of governance strained under the weight of destruct
Then, suddenly, a break erupted.
White guards surged forward, armor clashing as they formed ranks, long spears snapping into position in a unified motion. Their presence alone cut through the hall's tension like drawn steel. Between them stepped a man in a formal suit, his movements strained but deliberate.
"Report from the Watcher District!" he shouted.
His voice echoed.
"We have urgent confirmation—multiple behemoths are advancing into our lands, fast approaching. In addition, unknown beings have been sighted emerging from the northern region."
He broke into a cough, pressing a hand to his forehead. A mask concealed most of his face, but the strain was unmistakable.
The Executive of Defense.
And beside him—an even heavier presence—the Chief Executive himself
Looking through his watch clock... Expecting somethingion and distrust.
As many casted vote's as a large crystal a the center revealing the date...
"Quiet down… don't you see?" the middle executive council voice cut through the murmurs, low but firm. "We, too, are affected by the sudden destruction across the region."