The most dangerous enemy is not the one trying to build an empire, but the one who has already lost everything and only wants to watch the world burn.
The primary server banks inside the Vance command suite flickered aggressively as a sudden alarm cut through the quiet room. Sarah Vance slammed her palms onto her glass terminal, her eyes widening as she tracked a massive, sudden drop in the cross continental data transmission speeds. The glowing blue map of the Atlantic trade routes began to stutter, blinking rapidly as entire lines of communication dropped offline.
"Ethan, we have a major anomaly in the North Sea sector," Sarah shouted, her voice echoing with a sharp, immediate panic. "The transmission speed through the primary European backbone just dropped by eighty percent. This is n
