A towering gray structure stretching thirty-four stories high, its exterior clad with sleek metal panels.
Above the entrance, bold letters stated the building as the CENTRAL GOVERNANCE AND COMMUNICATION HUB. A shield bears the emblem of the New Regime of Acheron, showcasing their slogan: UNITY, SUPREMACY, PROSPERITY.
In the heart of the building, a massive chamber stretched toward the northern horizon. Despite the summer heat seeping through the walls, the room remained cold, as if resisting the tropical warmth outside.
Thin light filtered through the windows, its glare searching eagerly for any semblance of life within the confines. Instead, it found only the reflections of glass, the glint of nickel, and the gleam of porcelain that touched up the interior of the office building.
Under the unrelenting sun, the sleek exterior of the towering structure shimmered with a metallic sheen, dominating the metropolitan skyline. The automated doors swung open as people got closer, opening up a world of cutting-edge technology and efficiency.
The bustling lobby was filled with activities within. People in gray uniforms hurried around, their steps seemed coordinated and deliberate. The fabric of their uniforms had a silky feel to it, with delicate silver threading embellishments that caught the light just so. Each person wore a badge bearing the emblem of the New Regime of Acheron.
Despite the hustle and bustle, there wasn't much chatters. People wore indifferent and solemn expressions, focused on whatever task they had at hand. The smooth whirling of equipment and the sporadic beeping of electrical gadgets broke the urgent buzz in the air. And among the humans, there were robotic helpers, blending right in with their mechanical movements.
People moved through the maze-like passageways and passed by state-of-the-art rooms and command centers, where monitors and computer screens lined the walls and tracked every facet of the work. Every element, including the layout and lighting, was meticulously designed to optimize productivity and keep everything under control.
There was an underlying tension of the regime's unwavering control, despite the superior technology and refined efficiency. But despite the strict rules and organization, there was a spirit of unity among the occupants, united by their common goal and steadfast devotion to the cause.
Every nook and cranny of the large room glowed with the eerie glare of monitors that flashed to life, showing messages that felt more like propaganda than information, with flashy graphics and bold slogans urging compliance and loyalty.
In between the propaganda, each screen occasionally displayed the image of an AI female host with a slight hum. She looked sophisticated and powerful in her sleek, futuristic outfit.
With a voice as smooth as silk, the AI host began to speak, her words dripping with honeyed persuasion. "Greetings, citizens. Welcome to the heart of our great nation, the Regime of Acheron, where unity, supremacy, and prosperity reign supreme."
The AI host gestured gracefully, her motions deliberate and smooth as her picture shimmered on the displays. "It is essential that we stand together as one during these difficult times. With our shared goal, we can conquer any challenge and come out stronger than ever before."
Her words had a hint of suggestion running through them, every phrase spoken with care to make her listeners feel obedient and loyal. "We shall pave the way to a brighter future by working together. Under the guidance of our esteemed leaders, we shall achieve greatness and ascend to new heights of prosperity."
Whenever the AI female host appeared on the screens, all the workers stopped in their tracks, their attention drawn to the flickering images and the commanding voice emanating from the speakers. They listened solemnly, as if under a spell, absorbing the directives and messages with unwavering focus.
In a spacious confined room, a well-built man stood alone amidst a bunch of computers, each screen showing the activities around the building. He wore a sleek black coat clad with intricate silver trimmings, symbolizing his power and authority as the Supreme Lord.
Underneath, he kept it classy with a crisp white shirt buttoned all the way up. His pants were snug and stylish and were perfectly tailored, matching the coat. His shiny black boots added a military vibe to his look.
There was a massive supercomputer in the centerpiece of the room, tucked snugly inside a Faraday cage. The cage was like a protective shield and served as a fortress for sensitive equipment against unwanted electric signals.
It was made of conductive material and can block electromagnetic fields from getting inside, keeping the devices within safe from interference or damage. It effectively acted as an EMP shield built to redirect power from the ground.
As he kept his eyes glued to the screens as he took a seat, his gaze meticulously scanned every detail displayed before him.
Ignoring the automatic door's soft whirring as it slid open, he remained focused on the screens. Only when Rhett Cairns, one of his special guards, walked in did he finally tear his gaze away.
The guard nodded as he spoke, "Milord..."
"What's up?"
"We've received reports of unusual activity in Sector 12."
The Lord swiveled his chair to face the guard. "What kind of activity?"
"It appears to be unauthorized movement, milord. Possibly an attempted breach."
"Deploy a surveillance drone immediately! I want eyes on the situation."
"Yes, milord." Rhett nodded and continued, "There's also a message from the Chief. She's requesting a meeting with you."
The Lord's expression remained composed, although there was a brief flash of curiosity in his eyes. "Very well. Inform her that I'll meet with her shortly after the meeting with High Council. And arrange the meeting in the usual place."
"Yes, milord."
"And what's the latest update on our troop deployment in Embervale City, Sceyria?"
"The troops have reported increased activity in Embervale City. There have been sightings of rebel movements and suspicious gatherings. It appears they are planning something, but the specifics are still unclear."
"Very well. I want the troops to maintain high alert and shoot on sight if they encounter any rebels. We cannot afford any risks to our security."
"Yes, milord. I'll relay your orders immediately."
"And what about the reports of zombie activity in the city? Have there been any sightings or incidents reported?"
"They're still lurking in the shadows, milord," Rhett responded. "But our patrols have been vigilant, and we've managed to keep them at bay for the most part. However, there have been a few incidents reported in the outskirts of the city."
"We cannot afford to ignore any potential threats. Clear the area surrounding Mount Chibouris as soon as possible to execute our plan effectively," the Lord replied with a firm nod. "I want all available resources directed towards this goal. Inform the troops to intensify their efforts in the outskirts and ensure that the area is secure. We cannot risk any interference with our operations."
"Yes, milord," the guard replied, bowing slightly before swiftly exiting the room to carry out the orders.
Magnus Caelumthral, known as the Supreme Lord, slouched in his seat, looking utterly flabbergasted. His usual air of confidence was nowhere to be seen. With a furrowed brow and a perplexed expression, he tried to make sense of the unexpected information.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, he suddenly sprang up from his chair. Without saying a word, he swiftly exited the room, his mind buzzing with thoughts and plans for the impending meeting.