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Chapter 210: Overture of Ragnarok
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2026-01-04 22:12:23The Swiss Alps. Deep Underground.
The world knew the Alps as a playground for the rich—ski resorts, chocolate, and neutral banking. They did not know that beneath the granite peaks of the Matterhorn, deep within a hollowed-out cavern accessible only by a hyper-loop train, sat the true seat of world power.Valhalla.The headquarters of the Fenrir Council was not a biological horror show like Cain’s pyramid. It was a masterpiece of brutalist architecture and cold luxury. The walls were hewn from the living rock. The furniture was minimalist. The air smelled of money and thin oxygen.In the center of the main chamber sat the Round Table.There were nine seats.Seat Number 4—marked with the rune of the serpent—was dark. The hologram that usually projected Cain’s face was extinguished.The other members were present, either in person or via high-fidelity holographic proxy. They were the invisible kings of the world—ar
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