Ethan's POV
The ballroom, already filled with power, grew even heavier as more names echoed through the grand hall. One by one, rulers of the world stepped onto the stage, each arrival sharpening the tension.
"Presenting His Majesty, Emperor Hiroshi of Japan!"
A man of discipline and precision. He moved like a blade—silent, controlled, dangerous. His mere presence carried centuries of unshakable legacy.
"Her Majesty, Tsarina Anastasia of Russia!"
The Ice Queen. Ruthless, brilliant, and as untouchable as the empire she commanded. Dressed in deep sapphire, her calculating gaze swept across the room like she was already playing ten moves ahead.
"His Majesty, Sultan Ahmed of the Ottoman Empire!"
A ruler who had redefined an empire, blending tradition with brutal efficiency. His arrival was met with whispers of both respect and fear.
"Her Majesty, High Queen Isolde of the Celtic Dominion!"
Draped in emerald, with piercing green eyes that held centuries of wisdom, she was the ruler of a land that had survived every attempt at conquest. A queen forged by war.
"His Majesty, Pharaoh Khalid of Egypt!"
A man who ruled not just a nation, but an ancient civilization reborn under his hand. His dark robes bore golden accents that reflected his empire's unbroken heritage.
"Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Mingzhao of China!"
Elegant yet absolute. She was a woman who held an empire in her grasp, her face unreadable but her reputation undeniable.
"His Majesty, King Alexander of Greece!"
A strategist, a warrior, and a man who had never once accepted defeat. He walked with the weight of history on his shoulders, carrying the legacy of empires past.
"Her Majesty, Queen Zarah of Persia!"
Fierce, independent, and feared even by those who claimed to be her allies. The Persian Queen's presence alone was enough to shift the balance in any negotiation.
"His Majesty, Grand Duke Mikhail of the Nordic Realms!"
A ruler as cold and unyielding as the land he commanded. His mere stare was enough to silence lesser men.
"Her Majesty, Queen Sofia of the Iberian Union!"
The last to enter, but far from the least. She ruled not just with diplomacy, but with an iron grip hidden behind a gentle smile.
As the final ruler stepped into the ballroom, a realization settled over the gathering.
This was not just a display of wealth.
Chris had summoned the true rulers of the world.
Not consorts. Not mere members of royal bloodlines.
True sovereigns.
I glanced at Classic. His expression was unreadable, but I knew what he was thinking.
What game is Chris playing?
And more importantly…
Who was his intended opponent?