The clock chimed six o'clock in the evening, and the orange-pink sky was slowly giving way to a dusky blue. Alexander gazed out of the tinted windows of his armored car, the Beast, as it made its way towards the headquarters of the United Nations. The city's neon lights flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the streets below.
Beside him, Sergei, his foreign minister, sat attentively, ready to brief him on the upcoming events. Alexander could feel the tension in the air, a palpable sense of urgency that hung heavily over them.
"Your Majesty," Sergei began, "all the member states are eager to know why the Ruthenia Empire has convened an emergency meeting. It has been six years since the last time it was invoked."
Alexander nodded, his gaze still fixed on the cityscape. "They will know soon enough. The world is in a precarious state, and I am not going to sit idly by and watch it crumble."
