The transition from bloody conquest to absolute, undisputed reign was marked not by gunfire, but by the popping of obscenely expensive champagne. One month after the brutal, uncompromising purge of Dante and the subsequent terrifying submission of the remaining Capos, the Thorne Syndicate threw a celebration. It wasn’t just a party; it was a highly calculated, staggering display of global dominance. We hosted the Obsidian Gala in the massive, newly expanded ballroom of the Apex penthouse.
Every single influential politician, corrupt federal judge, and high-ranking underworld figure on the eastern seaboard had desperately begged for an invitation. Only the absolute elite were granted entry. They came to pay their deep, terrifying respects to the King who had successfully broken the High Co
