Beneath the surface of Midgar, the city whispered of war. The world was shifting, though few understood why. The Forgotten Lords had bent the knee to Shadow, the Cult of Diablos was growing restless, and the Golden Saints were preparing to march.
But Cid Kagenou, the architect of all this chaos, sat comfortably in a hidden sanctuary, playing along with his own misunderstandings.
Alpha stood before him, delivering her report. "The Forgotten Lords have begun moving in accordance with your will. The Cult of Diablos has sent spies to ascertain your legitimacy. And the Golden Saints…"
She paused, her expression unreadable.
"They are mobilizing their forces. Their Grand Inquisitor, Seraphina, has personally declared you a threat to divine order."
Cid took a slow sip of tea, carefully maintaining his mysterious aura. Perfect. Everything is falling into place.
Of course, he didn't fully understand how. But that was the beauty of it—he never had to. He simply moved forward, confident that the world would reshape itself to match his grand narrative.
"The Golden Saints, huh?" he murmured. "Let them come."
Alpha nodded, as if expecting nothing less. "Understood. We will prepare accordingly."
As she disappeared into the shadows, Cid allowed himself a small chuckle.
This is getting more interesting than I expected.