City 1, atop the tallest building.
Michael stood with hands clasped behind his back, posture respectful.
Before the floor-to-ceiling window stood a man in an immaculate white suit, unblemished by a single speck of dust, his face concealed by a silver mask.
He seemed to genuinely enjoy this feeling of standing atop the pinnacle of human civilization, gazing out in solitary contemplation. It brought him a sense of tranquility.
A cold smile played on his lips, breathtakingly beautiful. In his hand was the latest intelligence report from City 5.
Michael felt cold sweat bead on his temples. The calmer his master smiled, the more oppressive the pressure became.
*"So, everything is ruined?"*
Michael's heart lurched. He dropped to his knees instantly.
*"My worthless younger brother ruine
