Two Weeks Later Brussels, BelgiumThe flags of fifty nations swayed in the breeze outside the Global Strategic Harmony Summit, an emergency gathering of leaders, CEOs, technocrats, and security analysts. The world had not seen such a meeting since the fall of Red Eden.This time, it wasn’t Cassian Vale they feared.It was Alma Delacourte.Inside the circular conference hall, she stood tall in a midnight-blue suit. Her hair was pulled into a low knot, her presence icy, regal. Cameras clicked. Screens across the globe broadcast her arrival.She was no longer a fugitive.She was a force.Julian watched from the balcony above, arms crossed. Behind him, Selene scanned faces from her tablet, matching dignitaries against international threat lists."Russian Defense just marked her as an ‘unpredictable wild card,’" Selene muttered.Julian smirked. “Sounds about right.”Onstage, the United Nations Secretary-General leaned toward his mic.“Ms. Delacourte, we recognize your role in dismantling G
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