The lights of Harmonfield sparkled like a thousand blessings as the grand atrium of Dragon Corp buzzed with music, laughter, and the clink of champagne flutes. Jack Parker stood beside Emily Wilson and Sarah Thompson near the towering glass windows, watching the city's heartbeat glow beneath them.
It had been four days since the rescue.
Four days since war nearly swallowed them whole.
Tonight was different.
It was a declaration.
They threw open the doors to the elite. CEOs, government officials, celebrities, venture capitalists, visionaries—all gathered under the high arches of Dragon Corp's event hall, where glass met steel and legacy danced with ambition.
"They came," Sarah whispered, glancing around. "From all corners of Draconia. Even Nordwyn's tech lord is here."
"They didn't c
