The Author's POV

[Day 3]

Monolith headquarters.

In a grand hall dimly lit by a large chandelier, twenty people sat on ten golden thrones set along the sides of the hall, with a large empty throne at the end of the corridor.

The throne was jet black in colour and was significantly larger than the golden thrones that were present in the room. It was clear to whom the throne belonged to.

There were approximately twenty people in the room, and they all looked at each other with expressions that conveyed cold calculation and hostility.

"Is everyone here?"

Mo Jinhao, who was seated on the throne that was adjacent to the one that was situated in the centre of the room, was the first person to speak as his grey eyes swept over the entirety of the room.

He crossed his legs and rested his arms over his legs.

"Everyone should already know why we have gathered today, no?"

"…when is the leader coming?"

Nobody in the room seemed interested in what Mo Jinhao had to say as they all went about their business. It was clear from the get go that Mo Jinhao's authority wasn't high enough to influence the people that were present in the hall.

Each person who was there in the hall had the same level of power as one of the seven heads of the Union, and yet they were all distinctly different from one another in terms of their power and what they specialized in.

The only person who responded was a man positioned on the golden throne opposite him. He had a warm smile spread across his face as he spoke.

Objectively speaking, he was handsome. He had sharp, nicely structured facial features that made him look like a celebrity. That was until one paused toward his eyes, which seemed to be devoid of any emotion, and weren't smiling, unlike his face.

Clementine Manual, an ranker of the Monolith, and one of the elders part of the Monolith council.

His empty gaze gave him a heavy atmosphere.

"We are aware of why we are present. Just that we have many tasks to complete in preparation for what is to come. Not all of us have the time to waste here discussing irrelevant details that we already know."

"It is not useless."

Mo Jinhao answered, his voice devoid of any emotion, and the room became even tenser.

"Please, stop it you two."

It was at this moment that another voice spoke up.

The voice belonged to a woman with long, glossy brown hair, and strong brows who sat on the opposite end of the Clementine. The thinness of her dress revealed her cleavage, and the fact that she was leaning against the armrest of the throne exposed her legs, which were crossed together.

"The leader is on his way, and we don't want the place to turn nasty before he arrives, do we?"

result, both Clementine and Mo Jinhao were compelled to stop talking and

but rather out of an abundance of caution. Miranda Black, another one of the elders in the Monolith Council, and

her appearance, but rather, her formidable power which granted her the ability

even one of the elders of the council would

'The puppet master'

the nickname given to her, and

know what we should care

the throne's armrest. She looked around the

about how to deal with the little rat that slaughtered all the spies I had

to become denser,

to fall in random directions across her face. The door unexpectedly opened just as she was about to say something else,

was a sudden and total hush that spread throughout the room, and each of the twenty senior citizens who were there bowed their

it, apart from

was already sitting on the large throne with his hand propped up on the

all of you have already

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the unrealistic aim

something for the sake of maintaining perfection,

organization that was unwilling to

Union was unwilling to take the steps necessary to save humanity, then it would be Hemlock's job to do

their spine as Hemlock's eyes icily swept across the group of approximately twenty people who were

remained silent until Hemlock took his gaze away and

what happened a little while back, during

soon as those words left Hemlock's mouth, the atmosphere

single word, allowing for Hemlock to continue

something similar would transpire. The forces we lost are not insignificant, but with this small purge, we have managed to increase our

Everblood had done was

quite heavy. Hemlock was only downplaying the damage over here, and it

topic aside, has everyone one of

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

Everyone answered, almost unanimously.

of obvious contentment on his face. Hemlock made the decision to

the old prototype, which was currently implanted in the heads of almost all of the Monolith

war, and it was also what made Everblood's stunt so painful because many of the soldiers who died had the chip

I do find the chip quite useful now that I have it, is it

scratched the back of his bald head while sitting with his arms crossed and his legs spread apart. His expression conveyed a hint

air around him

gazed at him

every little advantage that is available to us? If someone gives you power, why refuse

"..I guess."