Once, the chamber of the Eleven Families was filled with a harmonious blend of voices, symbolizing their collective power and dominance.
But now? It stands in disarray, silent except for the hushed conversations that waft through its brightly lit hallways.
Outside, the world continues to grieve the devastation brought on by GENEBANE, clinging to deceptive guardians high in their corporate towers.
Yet beneath this facade of prosperity and influence, the real forces at play are already busy constructing their own plans,not as partners but as independent rulers, each pursuing their own goals.
Archibald Whitmore's holographic image flickered above a sleek black glass table, linking him to smaller projection rooms sprinkled across the globe.
What was once a governing body has devolved into a complicated web of entangled alliances, each strand quivering with distrust.
