The heavy doors of the meeting room slammed shut behind Grace, leaving an eerie silence in her wake.
The leaders of the Great Alliance were sitting motionless. Their faces were a mix of disbelief, frustration, and deep contemplation.
The first to break the silence was General Ryker. He was from Country R, a battle-hardened man with scars running down his right cheek. He let out a slow exhale and leaned forward, interlocking his fingers.
"She's dangerous," he muttered.
Across the table was sitting a sharp-eyed woman who had once been a high-ranking official in the old world's government. Her name was Chancellor Vega. She scoffed before speaking, "She's necessary."
"Necessary now," Ryker countered as he turned his gaze toward her. "But what about later? The more power she accumulates, the less control we have over her. She made her stance clear... she answers to no one."
