The state capital was a city of contrasts, but nowhere was the divide between the public and the truly powerful more apparent than at Unit 713 Military Hospital. Tucked away behind high, ivy-covered concrete walls and guarded by sentries with live ammunition, it was a sanctuary for the elite of The Divine Empire. This wasn't a place for the common citizen; it was a fortress of medicine, where the corridors smelled of industrial-grade antiseptic and the quiet efficiency of a command center.
In a high-security VIP ward on the fifth floor, the atmosphere was thick with a heavy, somber stillness. Outside the door, two men in nondescript dark suits stood like statues, their eyes scanning the hallway with predatory focus. Inside, the rhythmic beep-hiss of a top-of-the-line ventilator and the so
