The country did not have a single ruler. It never had.
For centuries, **power had never belonged to one person, one government, or one institution**. Instead, control rested in the hands of **three families**, each with a legacy so deeply embedded into the nation's foundation that no law could be written without their influence, no military force could operate without their approval, and no industry could thrive without their involvement.
They were not elected.
They did not take power by force.
They had **always been there**.
And their control was absolute.
The first of these families—the **Vaerin family**—was the strongest in military power.
For generations, the **Vaerins had controlled the armed forces**, supplying the country with its most advanced technology, its most disciplined soldiers, and its most terrifying weapons. Their influence went beyond borders—they had secured international defense contracts, controlled intelligence networks, and played a role in every war, conflict, and peace treaty ever written.
To oppose them was to oppose the nation's military itself.
It was said that a **Vaerin fighter never lost**, that their training was different, **brutal, relentless**, forging soldiers who did not break, did not surrender, and did not hesitate when faced with impossible decisions.
Adrian had been one of them.
And now, with his disappearance, the **Vaerin family was watching closely**.
They had sent inquiries to the academy, demanded updates, pushed for answers. But they weren't waiting for an official response.
They had launched their own investigation.
Because **no Vaerin soldier simply vanished**.
Then came the second family—the **Ascar family**, rulers of the economy.
Where the Vaerins controlled war, the **Ascars controlled wealth**.
Their influence ran through every bank, every industry, every financial institution. They held ownership over land, resources, international trade routes, and corporate monopolies so vast that there was no business—legal or otherwise—that didn't operate under their jurisdiction.
Their authority was not questioned, because to challenge them meant **financial ruin**.
If someone needed political favor, military support, or even personal security, they could not acquire it without the **Ascar family's approval**.
They did not make soldiers like the Vaerins.
They made **dealmakers, strategists, and rulers who never touched the battlefield but dictated its outcome with a single transaction**.
And finally, the third family—the **Solvar family**, the silent force behind every government decision.
They were the architects of policy, the unseen rulers who shaped the nation's laws, international agreements, and diplomatic strategies.
They did not command armies.
They did not operate businesses.
But they decided **who lived in power and who fell from it**.
The Solvars were the ones who whispered in the ears of elected officials, who changed the course of history without ever appearing in the public eye. They controlled **secrets**, maintained archives that held truths no citizen would ever know, and ensured that **no leader was ever truly independent**.
It was the **Solvar family** that ensured the balance between the Vaerins and the Ascars remained intact—that war never outweighed economy, that money never overshadowed security, that the nation continued operating under its delicate, carefully structured hierarchy.
These three families did not work together out of friendship.
They worked together because **without each other, none of them could maintain control**.
And now, with Adrian Vaerin missing, that balance had been disturbed.
The Vaerin family would not let this go unanswered.
The **Solvars** knew that silence was dangerous.
The **Ascars** understood that if the military fractured, the economy would follow.
And so, for the first time in decades, all three families were watching the academy.
Waiting for answers.
And preparing for war if they didn't get them.
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The country did not have a single ruler. It never had.
For centuries, power had never belonged to one person, one government, or one institution. Instead, control rested in the hands of three families, each with a legacy so deeply embedded into the nation's foundation that no law could be written without their influence, no military force could operate without their approval, and no industry could thrive without their involvement.
They were not elected.
They did not take power by force.
They had always been there.
And their control was absolute.
The structure of governance had never mirrored those of other nations. Where others were ruled by presidents, kings, or elected officials, this country existed under a different design—one woven into its history so thoroughly that no alternative had ever been seriously considered. Every citizen, whether they acknowledged it openly or not dictated the path of the nation. Governments changed, administrations shifted, and leadership was reshuffled, but the families remained. They were the foundation, the constant force that shaped policy, dictated security, and controlled the future.
The first of these families—the Vaerin family—was the strongest in military power.
For generations, the Vaerins had controlled the armed forces, supplying the country with its most advanced technology, its most disciplined soldiers, and its most terrifying weapons. Their influence went beyond borders—they had secured international defense contracts, controlled intelligence networks, and played a role in every war, conflict, and peace treaty ever written.
They did not merely command soldiers. They built them.
It was said that a Vaerin fighter never lost, that their training was different—brutal, relentless, forging soldiers who did not break, did not surrender, and did faced with impossible decisions. Fighters who wore the Vaerin insignia were feared, respected, and recognized as the highest echelon of military discipline.
A Vaerin fighter did not hesitate. A Vaerin fighter did not fail.
And Adrian had been one of them.
Now, with his disappearance, the Vaerin family was watching closely.
They had sent inquiries to the academy, demanded updates, pushed for answers. But they weren't waiting for an official response.
They had launched their own investigation.
Because no Vaerin soldier simply vanished.
Within the depths of their military intelligence networks, operations had already begun. Surveillance data was combed through, clearance logs were analyzed, restricted entry records were scrutinized for even the smallest anomaly. They did not assume negligence. They assumed interference.
And interference would be met with force.
Then came the second family—the Ascar family, rulers of the economy.
Where the Vaerins controlled war, the Ascars controlled wealth.
Their influence ran through every bank, every industry, every financial institution. They held ownership over land, resources, international trade routes, and corporate monopolies so vast that there was no business—legal or otherwise—that didn't operate under their jurisdiction.
Their authority was not questioned, because to challenge them meant financial ruin.
If someone needed political favor, military support, or even personal security, they could not acquire it without the Ascar family's approval.
They did not make soldiers like the Vaerins.
They made dealmakers, strategists, and rulers who never touched the battlefield but dictated its outcome with a single transaction.
There was no war without funding. No military expansion without investment. No intelligence operation without financial backing. The Ascar family ensured that every initiative, whether engineered by the Vaerins or manipulated by the Solvars, passed through their hands first. They secured trade routes, shaped economic policy, and had enough leverage to determine what industries thrived and which were left to collapse.
When conflict arose, it was the Ascar family who decided its scale.
And finally, the third family—the Solvar family, the silent force behind every government decision.
They were the architects of policy, the unseen rulers who shaped the nation's laws, international agreements, and diplomatic strategies.
They did not command armies.
They did not operate businesses.
But they decided who lived in power and who fell from it.
The Solvars were the ones who whispered in the ears of elected officials, who changed the course of history without ever appearing in the public eye. They controlled secrets, maintained archives that held truths no citizen would ever know, and ensured that no leader was ever truly independent.
It was the Solvar family that ensured the balance between the Vaerins and the Ascars remained intact—that war never outweighed economy, that money never overshadowed security, that the nation continued operating under its delicate, carefully structured hierarchy.
They were not spoken of openly. Their influence was not paraded in public. But anyone in true power understood—Solvar decisions shaped reality long before they were officially announced.
These three families did not work together out of friendship.
They worked together because without each other, none of them could maintain control.
And now, with Adrian Vaerin missing, that balance had been disturbed.
The Vaerin family would not let this go unanswered.
The Solvars knew that silence was dangerous.
The Ascars understood that if the military fractured, the economy would follow.
And so, for the first time in decades, all three families were watching the academy.
Waiting for answers.
And preparing for war if they didn't get them.
Preparations had already begun behind closed doors. The military had mobilized specialized units, ones not meant for typical deployment but for precision-based intervention. Financial networks were being restructured, ensuring that economic leverage could be exerted at a moment's notice. Political alliances were being weighed, recalculated, adjusted for the potential outcomes of the impending storm.
Adrian's disappearance had not been an isolated event. It had been a trigger.
And the academy was at the center of it.
Every movement within its walls was scrutinized. Every communication was monitored. Leadership was under pressure, forced to deliver explanations they did not yet have, navigating a crisis that was growing beyond their control.
Because Adrian's disappearance had not simply removed a soldier.
It had disrupted an entire nation.
And in a country where control was absolute, disruptions were not tolerated.
There would be an answer.
Or there would be war.