Ethan touched down on the rooftop of Royal Headquarters, his feet barely making a sound as they met the reinforced concrete. He was laughing, a rich, melodic sound that echoed through the night. The world that had once seemed like an insurmountable fortress was now nothing more than a small, fragile marble in his palm. He could traverse continents in the blink of an eye; he was no longer a resident of this planet—he was its owner.
As he walked toward the elevator, his device chimed.
> Lena: "Master, the council is assembled in the main briefing room. Jason, and the department heads are waiting. We have much to discuss regarding the global fallout of the Moscow incident."
> Ethan smiled, his mood buoyant. "Tell them I'll be there in five minutes," he muttered to the air, knowing Crul would relay the message.
As he descended through the building, a second notification pinged. This one wasn't professional. It was a video file from Helen.
