Two weeks had passed since the destruction of Ferraclysm, and the skyline of Avalon stretched before me like a testament to ambition made manifest. From my penthouse office atop the Ouroboros tower, I could see the entire capital city of the Central Continent spread below—a sprawling metropolis of gleaming spires, maglev transit lines, and holographic displays that painted the evening sky in brilliant colors.
The integration of Ferraclysm's assets had proceeded exactly according to my calculations. What had once been two separate organizations was rapidly becoming a unified empire of technological innovation and economic power. Overnight, Ouroboros had gained manufacturing facilities on four continents, research laboratories housing some of the brightest minds in applied magic, and contracts that would ensure steady revenue streams for the next decade.
