While the chessboard was being reset—alliances shifting like tides, strategies reworked in whispers and war rooms—a storm gathered across continents. This wasn't politics as usual. This was war, dressed in the suit of power plays, stock collapses, court decisions, and shadowy investigations.
And while others scrambled to gather their pawns and kings, one old player already had his board laid out. Every piece was positioned. Every contingency accounted for. While the world was distracted, while enemies reveled in fleeting victories and hasty celebrations, he had been preparing—quietly, obsessively—for years. He had weathered storms no one saw, crossed infernos no enemy imagined. Broken alliances, backstabbing partners, financial betrayals—he had survived them all. The unforeseen? Expected. The unexpected? Accounted for.
Now, the board was cleared of smoke. The pieces stood still. It was time.Time to strike. Time to attack—not in defense, but in sheer, unrelenting force.
