The world stirred with tension, power brokers gathering in hidden chambers to discuss the extraordinary rise of Anthony Null.
While whispers of his Grandmaster rank rippled across continents, Anthony himself lay sprawled across a luxurious chaise in the Null estate, doing absolutely nothing.
The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, bathing the room in a warm glow.
Anthony's katana rested against the wall, untouched for days.
He lay on his back, an arm draped lazily over his eyes, and a soft snore escaped his lips.
He was truly living out the life his clones enjoyed.
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Meeting of Powers
In the heart of the Lionheart estate, a clandestine meeting took place in a grand hall.
The room was dimly lit, the flickering flames of ornate chandeliers casting dancing shadows on the walls.
Leaders, scholars, and military tacticians sat around a crescent table, their expressions grim.
