THE SESSION

The grand hall of the Global Parliament was filled with delegates, world leaders, and high-ranking officials from every corner of the world. The anticipation in the air was thick as they awaited the one man responsible for the discovery that would change everything—Manav.

As he stepped onto the central podium, the room fell silent. The large digital screen behind him displayed the words: **CURE FOUND** in bold letters. A hushed murmur spread through the hall before the Vice President of the Global Parliament, an older man with graying hair and sharp eyes, took the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Vice President announced, his voice carrying across the chamber. "We have gathered here today because one man and his organization have done the impossible. They have found the cure!"

A thunderous applause erupted, echoing through the vast hall. Manav remained still, his expression unreadable as he observed the crowd.

The Vice President smiled and turned toward him. "Manav, I must say, I believe you and your organization have access to technology far beyond what even the Global Parliament possesses."

Manav, standing tall in his black and gold attire, simply responded in his signature emotionless tone. "The credit does not go to me."

The room fell into stunned silence. Whispers of confusion filled the air as eyes darted toward Manav, searching for an explanation.

The Vice President frowned. "What do you mean? If not you, then who?"

Manav turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting toward one of the seated world leaders. "The person who made this possible… is Omkar, the President of Thunderfall Nation."

Omkar, a middle-aged man with sharp features and an air of authority, visibly stiffened in his seat. His eyes widened as the room's attention turned toward him. "I… I don't understand," he stammered.

Manav continued without hesitation. "It was you, Omkar, who appointed the three greatest scientists in history to work on this cure."

The Vice President gasped. "Are you referring to Dr. Voss, Dr. Solis, and Dr. Moreau?"

"Yes." Manav's reply was cold and precise.

Omkar swallowed hard, trying to process what he was hearing. The weight of the revelation made his hands tremble. "But… Moreau died centuries ago."

Manav remained unfazed. "She is alive."

The room was filled with shocked murmurs, disbelief evident in the faces of the gathered leaders.

The Vice President shook his head. "This is… unbelievable."

Manav's expression did not change. "And yet, it is the truth. The full credit goes to Omkar."

Omkar was speechless. The very foundation of what he thought he knew had just been shattered in a matter of seconds. He had commissioned the three scientists, but he had no idea Moreau was still alive. How was it possible?

The Vice President took a deep breath and addressed the assembly. "Very well. In that case, the Global Parliament will officially take possession of the cure and ensure it reaches every corner of the world. We are grateful to all involved in making this possible."

The session concluded with another round of applause, but this time, Omkar felt the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. 

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Later that night, in the privacy of his office, Omkar sat at his desk, staring at his communication device. His hands hovered over the call button before he finally pressed it.

A holographic projection of Manav appeared before him, standing with his usual composed demeanor.

Omkar exhaled slowly. "Thank you, Sir Manav."

Manav did not acknowledge the gratitude. Instead, his voice carried its usual emotionless precision. "Meet me tomorrow at my palace. We have something important to discuss."

Omkar hesitated but nodded. "Understood."

The call ended abruptly, leaving Omkar with an uneasy feeling. Something was happening—something far greater than just the cure.

Meanwhile, in Manav's grand chamber, Ryan Jim stood silently in the shadows. He had been present in the room throughout the entire conversation, observing everything.

His eyes narrowed as he processed Manav's actions. His leader never did anything without reason. Every move was calculated. Every action had a purpose.

Ryan clenched his fists. "Something big is coming…"