Chapter 173: A Special Wildcard.
The moon was silent.
Not the kind of silence that echoed through the vacuum of space, but the sort of deliberate, calculated hush that came from power—raw, ancient, and organized.
If one were to hover above Earth and peer toward its silvery satellite, they would see nothing out of the ordinary.
No glowing cities. No reflective structures. Just the same craters and dusty plains that had stared blankly at Earth for millennia.
But that was only the surface. Beneath the desolate shell of rock and dust, hidden under layers of cloaking fields more advanced than anything Earth had ever dreamed of, lay a structure known only to a handful of Great Humans; the Moon Bastion, the high-orbit citadel of the Dawn Accord.
Massive domes that defied physics rose in shifting gravity, their foundations anchored in extradimensional cores.
Floating data-spheres hummed with alien codes, bouncing between translucent screens that flickered in languages no Earth-based human had yet seen.
Creatures that looked vaguely human—if humans had evolved in light instead of flesh—walked calmly across transparent floors that hovered in midair.
The walls weren’t walls. They were intelligent material that were able to reshape, absorb sound, even generate illusions to suit whoever walked past.
It was silent here, yes, but not because it was empty. The silence was intentional. Enforced. Like a courtroom right before a verdict was given.
Inside the main chamber, twelve seats circled a massive holographic table that projected Earth in shocking detail.