Ants

Arthur stood before the towering glass window of his private chamber, gazing down at the sprawling Osborn Mega Commercial Plaza below, its lights twinkling like stars in a vast galaxy.

Derrick's warning lingered in his mind like smoke from an extinguished fire, but what truly unsettled him wasn't just the threat of nationalization; it was that name Evolon had whispered earlier: The Trident Circle.

When Evolon first mentioned it months ago, he dismissed it as merely "a coalition of interest-aligned second-rate noble houses and mid-tier corporations."

Back then, he'd scoffed at such trivialities, too consumed with regulatory loopholes and funding injections to pay them any mind.

He remembered saying: "Just another group of small flies buzzing around real power. I have no time forthat."

But now… now Evolon's tone had shifted.

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