In the grand throne room of the Parliament Chamber, a clandestine conversation hummed.
The monolithic 3D holographic projection of the new ringed Tertiun island kingdom provided the only source of illumination, casting oscillating waves of pale blue light across the austere room.
01 provided a succinct briefing on the rumblings beneath the surface of the nascent Empire of Tertius, Chronos sat on his unassuming throne, his attention consumed by the cosmic dance of information on the colossal holographic display.
Each movement of his fingers reshaped the swirling data cloud, revealing various sections of the Empire's infrastructure, its technology, its people.
His eyes, lit by the cold light of the hologram, bore an intensity that belied his youthful countenance.
