Location: Tavara – Unity Hall, Sovereign Council Chamber
Unity Hall had never been this crowded—nor this electrified. The newly refurbished Sovereign Council Chamber pulsed with anticipation. Representatives from every region of Tavara, influential business moguls, military envoys, and foreign dignitaries now sat in the same room, unified by a single objective: to rebuild a nation on truth, strength, and honor.
Damien Kane stood at the head of the grand round table, no longer just a billionaire or a shadow strategist—he was now the voice of a redefined nation.
Nora sat to his left, flanked by her core team of health and education reformers. To his right, Logan and Ashford represented the nation's military intelligence and civil oversight.
At the center of the table sat the Unity Charter, its golden seal unbroken.
Damien stood slowly. "Tavara has bled. We have buried the old guard, extinguished corruption, and watched empires fall. Now, we rise not on vengeance—but on vision."
He looked around the room. "Today, we vote to ratify a future. A system that empowers the citizen, protects the truth, and ensures no family—regardless of name or legacy—stands above the law."
A low murmur of approval followed, but not without tension. Elder statesman Ronen Delvere, one of the few surviving members of the ancient elite, stood.
"And what of the alliances we shatter with this document?" he asked coolly. "You are building something bold, Mr. Kane, but dangerous. You will have enemies."
Nora rose before Damien could speak. "Then let them come. Tavara was never meant to bow. If we must defend this vision with steel and strategy—we will. But know this: we are no longer isolated, no longer divided."
She turned her gaze to the foreign envoys seated nearby. "The East supports us. The North trades with us. Even the West is beginning to listen. That's more than alliances—it's evolution."
Delvere sat, silenced not by force, but by fact.
Logan approached with the ceremonial dagger—a relic once used by corrupt kings to seal dynastic pacts. Today, it would be used to cut a new path.
Damien broke the seal on the Unity Charter and pressed his thumb to the inkpad. One by one, hands followed—signatures of legacy, revolution, and belief.
The chamber roared to life. Tavara had voted. A new order had begun.
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Location: A Secure Outpost – Unknown Region
Far beyond Tavara, in a darkened surveillance chamber, multiple screens glowed with footage of the Unity Hall vote. A shadowed figure watched in silence, arms crossed behind his back.
"They've done it," one of the aides said. "Damien and Nora... they've flipped the gameboard."
The figure stepped forward into the light. His face was scarred, his eyes colder than death.
"Then it's time we stop watching," he murmured. "And start moving."
He turned to a map of the world, where Tavara now glowed like a beacon—surrounded by pins, notes, and red-circled regions.
"Prepare the Serpent Directive. The new Tavara won't rise uncontested."