The endless darkness harbored imminent dangers.
Gonzalez City, Radcliffe Hotel.
Otis Radcliffe sat in the presidential suite, holding a glass of wine.
Although it was late at night,
the room was filled with people.
"Congratulations, President Radcliffe, on your successful comeback. I'll drink to that!"
The local bigwigs of Gonzalez City were almost all sitting at this table, each bearing a flattering smile.
Everyone eagerly raised their glasses and drank with abandon.
"I am pleased to contribute to my hometown and to work with all of you," Otis swirled the red wine in his hand and said calmly, "I know you all have your doubts, but in time, you will understand. Following me will never lead you astray."
"Indeed, our President Radcliffe was talented from a young age. Though he was naive and driven out of Gonzalez City, look now— a dragon is destined to soar eventually!"
A local builder, slightly tipsy, spoke with a flushed face.