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?"

a result, both Clementine and Mo Jinhao were compelled

caution. Miranda Black, another one of the elders in the Monolith Council, and ranker. She was also arguably the second most powerful

power which granted her the ability

the elders of the council would find themselves

'The puppet master'

nickname given to her, and she without a doubt deserved her

we should care about

against the throne's armrest. She looked

to deal with the little rat that slaughtered all the spies I had painstakingly raised. Do you realize

around her started to become denser, and her hair slowly raised

Miranda's hair began to twist, it began to fall in random directions across her face. The door

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

dared to raise it, apart from

hand propped up on the arm chair of the throne, which caused the bottom of his chin to

all of you have already made yourself

***

unrealistic aim

sake of maintaining perfection,

that was unwilling to do whatever it

take the steps necessary to save humanity, then

their spine as Hemlock's eyes icily swept across the group of

room remained silent until Hemlock took his gaze away and

what happened a little while back, during

soon as those words left Hemlock's mouth,

dared to utter a single word, allowing for Hemlock to

this was my fault. Some might say it was a mistake, but it wasn't all that bad. In fact, I had anticipated that something similar would transpire. The forces we lost are not insignificant, but with this small purge, we have managed to increase our forces' hatred for

done was

fact, the damage that the Monolith sustained was quite heavy. Hemlock was only downplaying the

topic aside, has everyone one

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

Everyone answered, almost unanimously.

a look of obvious contentment on his face. Hemlock made the decision to increase their investment in the chips after the chips were shown to

was a chip that was many times more powerful than the old prototype, which was currently implanted in the heads of almost all

Hemlock the confidence to win the war, and it was also what made Everblood's

chip quite useful now that I have it, is it

bald head while sitting with

air around him

gazed at

little advantage that is

"..I guess."