Three weeks had settled into the global timeline since the highest dignitaries of the human and supernatural worlds had gathered at Aura Scents to pledge their absolute submission to The Sovereign Pax. Across the continents, the new civilization operated with the quiet, flawless precision of a synchronized machine. The international laboratory networks mass-produced The Sovereign Genesis serum without a single obstruction, the Sanguine banking pipelines fueled her global welfare programs, and the automated checkpoints inside the major metropolises ensured the global air remained perfectly clean.
The surface and the deep trenches were secure, and the perimeter of the dawn was absolute.
But inside the primary technological cathedral of Sector 3 beneath the Brooklyn docklands, the mechanica
