The so-called new order was a thin veil stretched over restless waters, its stillness nothing more than a prelude. The storm he wove would not arrive with warning—it would descend all at once, tearing the veil and drowning the world in the tide he had prepared.
"The reports of my death were merely assumptions and delusions, and reality isn't built on such things. It's built on facts. " Arthur said with the patient tone of someone who had anticipated this reaction.
The recruitment had just become infinitely more complex and significant than Leroy had imagined possible.
He wasn't just joining an organisation—he was allying himself with the individual who would likely reshape human civilisation's response to the dimensional crisis and determine which nations survived the ongoing apocalypse
...
Leroy sighed deeply, the weight of revelation settling into his consciousness as he processed the full implications of who he was actually speaking with.
