Madison Clarke, reeling from the catastrophic news, felt a desperate, primal instinct to grasp at any remaining shred of hope. In her rapidly crumbling world, Joseph Percy suddenly appeared as the last, fragile lifeline. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and frenetic urgency, fixed on him. She darted forward, her hand reaching out, practically seizing his arm in a tight grip. "First Young Master," she pleaded, her voice trembling with barely suppressed hysteria, "the Oceaniac Group is under attack, utterly besieged! You simply must think of something, anything, to help us now!" Her grip tightened, a silent testament to the depth of her panic.
Joseph Percy, who had been drawn to the commotion, initially looked surprised. "Oh?" he uttered, a faint note of curiosity in his voice, followe
