"Master," Dea begins, her voice steady yet tinged with anticipation, "there are Enchantica, the Dark Continent, hidden highlands, and the Sea Kingdom. Which one do you think we are going to take over?"
I sit in the president's office, a vast chamber echoing with the silent whispers of history. The room, stretching out with an air of solemnity, is a blend of tradition and futuristic elegance. Long, illustrious lines of leaders have occupied this space, yet now it stands transformed. The walls, pristine and untouched by human hands, shimmer with holographic projections, while androids glide silently, attending to unseen tasks.