The dark, violent days of desperate survival were permanently behind us. The Phantom coalition was entirely ashes. As I leaned back against the solid, radiating heat of my terrifying King, I completely knew that our dark dynasty was officially inevitable.
Exactly five months had passed since that profound morning in the primary executive study. The massive, sprawling global empire of the Thorne Syndicate operated with an absolute, terrifying efficiency, completely undisturbed by external threats. The global cartels remained entirely paralyzed by the sheer, unyielding ruthlessness we had flawlessly demonstrated. The federal corridors were permanently secured, their corrupted agents aggressively executing our highly encrypted directives without a single microscopic whisper of hesitation.
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