796 Intuition With A Voice
Mars had changed.
Gone were the barren landscapes, the silent, dust-choked plains that stretched endlessly beneath a cold, lifeless sky. The Eternal City now stood defiant against the desolation, a monument to human resilience and ambition, fueled by both science and mana.
The city sprawled outward, a gleaming fusion of ultra-modern architecture and mana-infused design, forming a harmonious blend of technology and mysticism. @@novelbin@@
Towering skyscrapers of polished steel and glass curved elegantly toward the skies, their facades pulsing with the glow of mana-reactor cores, each structure an autonomous powerhouse of sustainable energy. Hovering transport pods zipped through the air, sleek and silent, weaving between enormous bridges suspended high above the ground.
The roads—if they could even be called that—were no longer paved paths of concrete but levitating platforms, shifting in real-time to accommodate foot traffic and vehicles alike, especially ones that carried resources.
Shimmering holographic banners stretched between buildings, displaying news updates, WHA recruitment advertisements, and footage of Hunters battling against demons in Martian soil— carefully curated to fuel humanity's united cause and let people know how demons no longer stood a chance in this new world.
The populated centers were surrounded by massive transparent mana barriers to defend against demons who might suddenly appear through quests.
But people now knew there was no reason to fear demons as much as they did back on Earth.
With the Mana Adaptation Module installed in people living here, especially the Hunters, the demons stood no chance of defeating them in a fair battle.
A new world was taking shape, one that promised humanity freedom from demons, one that offered a utopia built on power, discipline, and absolute control.
But towering above it all, dominating the entire landscape, was a solitary black pyramid.
Four hundred meters of absolute authority.
Its sharp, imposing angles cut through the Martian skyline like a razor through flesh.
Its surface—a matte black metal that seemed to drink in the light—was etched with intricate runic engravings, glowing with faint pulses of golden and white energy.
The Infinity Tower.
It was here, in the highest chamber of the pyramid, that the most powerful man in the known world watched over his city.
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At the apex of the Infinity Tower, within an expansive, minimalist chamber, a middle-aged man with a elegant blue eye-patch on his right eye, stood in silence, gazing down at his city through transparent mana-powered walls that curved around the room, offering a panoramic view of his city.
Behind him, soft golden lights pulsed faintly along the smooth, polished walls, and the air carried a scent of sterile refinement—not a single particle of dust disturbed the engineered perfection of the space. A massive desk sat at the center, empty save for a few holographic displays projecting status reports on city expansion, Hunter deployment, and interplanetary logistics.
Beside Derek stood Albert, an old yet dignified man whose very presence exuded wealth, control, and ruthlessness.
His tailored suit—pitch black, lined with silver filigree—clung to his lean but well-maintained frame, a picture of age refined into calculated wisdom. His bald head gleamed under the soft lighting, and his short, white beard framed his expression—a look of measured scrutiny and veiled amusement.
In one hand, he cradled an ornate tea cup, occasionally taking slow, deliberate sips.
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