Chapter 288: Meeting World Leaders
PENTAGON – WASHINGTON D.C., USA
The sky above D.C. had been clear moments ago. Now, it was darkened by a quiet, unnatural cloud formation. In the courtyard of the Pentagon, a shockwave of pressure gently rippled outward—unfelt by the untrained, but bone-deep for those sensitive to energy.
Inside the command center, alarms blinked—but there was no siren. Only stillness.
Then came the voice over the intercom.
"He’s here."
The President, Joint Chiefs, and top security officials turned as the doors opened... and Dave Garcia walked in.
No guards stopped him. None could.
He wore a black coat etched in golden fractal veins of Shellfire magic, the Ten Rings floating faintly around his wrist like silent moons orbiting a black sun.
"You wanted one of these?" he said, holding up a ring—Remaker, glowing with unearthly heat. "Let me tell you what it costs."
A few generals shifted in their seats. One tried to speak—Dave simply raised a hand, and the air around him warped slightly. The man’s throat clenched involuntarily. He froze.
Dave continued, voice steady.