The morning sun rose over the mountains, painting the valley in shades of gold and amber. The birds were singing. The breeze was gentle. The world was peaceful.
But Ethan knew that peace was not the same as rest. Peace was the absence of conflict, but it was also the presence of responsibility. And responsibility never rested.
He stood on the porch of the global council building, a new structure that had been built to house the growing network of representatives from every continent. It was a symbol of their unity, their purpose, their hope. But it was also a symbol of the challenges that lay ahead.
Nora walked out, her footsteps soft on the wooden boards. Her eyes were brown, peaceful, her face relaxed. She was carrying two mugs of coffee, steam rising from both.
"You're up early agai
