The express elevator ascended through the hundredth floor of Mercy Spire with a smooth, whisper-quiet hiss of pneumatic brakes.
The polished glass doors slid open, revealing the palatial, platinum-paneled executive boardroom of the medical conglomerate.
Spanning three thousand square meters, the circular chamber featured fifty-foot panoramic windows overlooking the storm-swept capital city below.
In the center of the boardroom, seated at an eighty-foot obsidian conference table, sat Lord Valerius-Mercy, surrounded by twenty elite augmented bio-templars.
Valerius wore an immaculate suit of white silk trimmed with woven platinum thread, holding a silver chalice filled with shimmering gold wine.
Mounted upon his right arm was an experimental cybernetic gauntlet glowing with sickly green anti-matter mana—the S-Rank Cellular Decay Cannon.
"So the rogue sovereign finally arrived to settle his invoice," Valerius spoke with smooth, arrogant condescension, setting down his chalice.
