Thutmose stepped into the room.
The thick air of authority weighed down on him the moment the door sealed shut behind him. The chamber, vast and still, echoed faintly with the hum of power that pulsed from its walls.
At the far end stood the earth-forged throne, carved from a single mountain stone, veins of mana glowing softly across its surface like lifeblood. It was a relic of command—of legacy—and now, it belonged to him.
But Thutmose's heart beat faster for another reason.
Above the throne hovered three transparent screens, large and shimmering, projected midair. It was linked to the global network used only for high-level communications—ones that only the highest of powers had access to. And right now, they display three figures.
Each one held the weight of the world.
On the left, a regal woman with shimmering blue hair and frost-laced eyes sat composed yet commanding. Her beauty was ageless, but her reputation was far from gentle.
