In the fortified capital city of Denver, the higher echelons of the Federation gathered together in an assembly within the New White House. Beside them were the Paragons of the SIGIL and the directors of CORE. The subject of the assembly was the Seventh Paragon.
The strongest of humanity, and its guardian.
Now that they had lost contact with her, things had been hectic throughout the upperhalf of the New World. People were migrating upward, overloading cities already crowded with refugees.
The Federation was confronting a division with power, consolidating in either CORE or the newly promoted Paragon, Rogue Blade. As a result, debates tend to be heated in the assembly.
"I suggest absorbing SIGIL into the Federal Government and transforming it into a department of its own."
"I believe so, too."
"What kind of bullshit are you spouting!?"
"Even if the Seventh Paragon is gone, that doens't mean that the SIGIL is free for the taking."
