Chapter 46: A Shift In Power, One Replaces the Other!
The council chamber loomed with sterile modernity, its towering glass walls shrouded by metallic blinds that sliced the sunlight into narrow beams. At the room’s heart stood a circular table, its crimson surface worn and etched with fading symbols of unity.
"See? It’s been thirty years, your ideals have long been outdated," many sat at a round table. A man, who seemed to be in his late thirties, his wrinkles now coming to age and his black hair combed over the spots of his shame.
Many guards lined the pristine walls, their gazes often drifting to the closed blinds that covered the overarching window on one side of the room. Dominating the far wall was a holographic screen, glitching as it replayed Takashi’s fight
"They could never stand up to the anomalies of the current times, I’m afraid," he spat, waving his arm dismissively. On the other end sat an old man, his gaze stern over furrowed gray bushy brows. His long hair was done in a rat tail behind him.
"I’m sorry, Vorian, but your time has all but passed in this government." The balding man turned to the others that surrounded the table, watching them nod in agreement. "Your reign over this universe is over, we’ll take over from here."
"What you’re doing isn’t right!" Vorian lectured, his voice booming across the room as he spoke. "You think you can get away with this, Vaeil..."
Vaeil laughed a boisterous roar, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, his head back, the sun from the window causing the bald spot on his head to shine. He wiped his gaze when he finally calmed, a soft chuckle still lingering past his lips as he took on a more serious gaze.
"My rise to power was legitimate and planned," Vaeil muttered, his gaze narrowing as Vorian continued to oppose him. "There’s nothing for you here."
There was a moment of silence that devoured the room as they stared at each other, no words shared across the table before Vorian’s chair screeched against the floor. The man finally got to his feet, his hand on the edge of the chair as he turned to leave.