The skyline of Neo Tokyo didn’t just glitter; it vibrated with a predatory hum. Massive holographic dragons coiled around glass spires, their scales shifting from electric blue to a toxic violet as Astra and Dante stepped off the private Sterling jet. The air here was different from Aethelgard. It didn't smell like smog or charred cedar; it smelled like synthetic cherry blossoms and the sharp, metallic tang of high frequency security grids.
Dante adjusted the cuff of his charcoal suit, his golden eyes scanning the perimeter. He wasn't just a billionaire CEO here; he was a target. Every Enforcer on the tarmac wore a black mask and carried a pulse rifle tuned to the frequency of an Alpha’s nervous system.
"The Global Council doesn't play with lead pipes and old reactors, Astra," Dante murm
