"The digital realm is completely lost."
The ancient aristocrat slammed his heavy silver cane against the polished marble floor. Twelve elite members of the Elysium Summit sat around the massive circular stone table.
They were gathered in the deepest subterranean chamber of a heavily fortified Swiss castle. The room was entirely devoid of modern technology.
"Ryan Parker rewrote the core mathematics of AuraStream," the aristocrat stated coldly. "Our corporate artists are currently buried at the absolute bottom of the global streaming charts."
A younger proxy executive shifted nervously in his velvet chair. He wiped a bead of sweat from his pale forehead.
"We dispatched the Vanguard assassins last night," the younger executive reported. "They are currently crossing the Atlantic Ocean. Th
