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Chapter 126: Tension around the World

Chapter 126: Tension around the World

Currently seated around the long obsidian table were the most influential vampires in the world: Lord Eirikr Nattheim of the Lofoten Islands of Norway, Lord Hwaran Bulhwa of Jeju Island in South Korea, Lord Orhan Vardeyan of Cappadocia in Turkey, Lady Seraphyne Nyx Caernavar of the Isle of Skye in Scotland, Lady Lyra Vespera Crymorra of Mount Erebus in Antarctica, Lord Manco Viray Yana Puma of the Andes Mountains in South America, Lady Zahira Nemet Serkhet of the Sinai Peninsula in Egypt, Lord Ferenc Nocturnis of the Carpathian Basin in Hungary, Lord Cassian Alborn Maravento of the Azores Islands in Portugal, Lord Võ Huyết Linh of the Mekong Delta in Vietnam, Lady Rowena Nightshade of the Appalachian Mountains in the Eastern U.S., Lady Isolde Ravenshadow of the Boreal Forest in Canada, Lady Marli Nyree of the Blue Mountains in Australia, Lord Kunga Morven of the Tibetan Plateau in China, Lady Anika Valtor of the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska, and finally, Lord Alexander Ivanov of the Greater Caucasus in Russia.

Only one seat remained empty... the seat reserved for the King of Vampires, Vlad Dracula Tepes.

The Vampire King was currently in eternal slumber, a mystical method of preserving his life force. Over a thousand years ago, Vlad had reached the threshold of perfect harmonization with his vampiric essence. Yet he refused to ascend or leave Earth, choosing instead to remain with his kind. When his body began to show signs of aging, he made the decision to enter this deep hibernation.

He could only be awakened under one condition: when the vampire race faced a threat so dire it could lead to their extinction. No other reason was acceptable. This was not due to pride, but necessity... for once awakened, he would begin to age again and could not re-enter slumber for at least a hundred years. Therefore, barring emergencies, the Vampire High Council handled all affairs of vampire society, both large and small.

Today, the council had gathered to discuss the global implications of the death of the King of Werewolves. Although they were aware of the current interim king, the coronation had yet to take place, and in their world, anything could happen before then.

After hours of debate, the consensus became clear: war between vampires and werewolves was unlikely. The supernatural community was tense, but not on the brink of open conflict. The only real possibility of disruption would be if another member of the Lychos clan challenged the new king.

No matter one’s popularity, wisdom, or capability, supernatural society revered strength above all. Only a sacred duel could stop a Heir Apparent from ascending to the throne. Until the coronation ceremony was concluded, the vampire council would evaluate their relationships with werewolf clans on a case-by-case basis, proceeding with caution and strategy.

***

Similar meetings were unfolding across the globe among other supernatural factions.

The Merfolk convened in their capital city, Nyrrendhal, located beneath the icy waters off the coast of Iceland along the Reykjanes Ridge.

The Nagas held counsel in their underground capital, Vasukihaar, hidden beneath the Ganges River in India.

The Werehyenas gathered in their citadel, Nyth’Sharun, nestled in the Lake Tana region of Ethiopia.

All these councils arrived at similar conclusions. The supernatural world was in a period of uncertainty, and during the werewolves’ mourning period, progress would slow. No faction was willing to take a definitive step forward until the balance of power had clearly shifted.

***

Unaware of the ripples coursing through the supernatural world, Eleanor focused entirely on her own ambitious pursuits. Even if she had known, it wouldn’t have mattered. Her goals were singular, and her timeline was aggressive.

Her company’s progress had to accelerate to fulfill her ultimate objective: deploying a global surveillance system that would change the very nature of politics and power.

She was currently preparing a political maneuver that would reshape the kingdom’s future. It wasn’t just about influence; it was about control and foresight.

"Ma’am, we completed the list of politicians involved in the Stockport case," Sebastian said from the other end of the phone.

"Good. Send me the list first," Eleanor replied.

Within minutes, she received a detailed file containing over fifty names... politicians, senior bureaucrats, and powerful businessmen. All were entangled in some way with Oliver Brown, the current Member of Parliament for Stockport.

Without wasting time, she called Juliette Blanc.

"We have the list. I’m sending it to you now. Review it and let me know who we need to protect to ensure Baron Anthony becomes the next Prime Minister."

"Alright. I’ll look into it and have a final report for you by tomorrow morning," Juliette replied.

"Thanks. Also, we need to finalize the plan. I believe we can move forward now."

"If you’re certain Baron Anthony will support you, then I have no objections," Juliette said.

"Don’t worry. I’ve already secured his agreement."

"Very well. Then I’ll begin working on the rollout."

Eleanor ended the call and immediately contacted Sebastian again. "Collect every piece of evidence you can find in Oliver’s possession. We’ll need all of it to finalize our list. Once you’ve secured everything, return immediately."

She paused for a moment before adding, "We finish this mission tomorrow."

With her orders dispatched, she changed clothes and went to bed, her mind calculating scenarios even as her body rested.

***

The next morning, Eleanor awoke to find Isadora waiting patiently outside her bedroom.

"Come in," she called. "Is there an emergency?"

"No, ma’am," Isadora replied. "I’ve brought the evidence we retrieved from Oliver’s residence last night. It’s a long list. We thought it best to explain everything in person."

"Alright," Eleanor said, gesturing to the sitting area.

For the next thirty minutes, Isadora detailed the contents of files, digital data, financial records, and correspondences. The evidence painted a comprehensive picture of corruption and backdoor dealings that spanned years.

Eleanor took notes, her expression unreadable. When Isadora finished, Eleanor sat back, deep in thought.

"This is more than enough to break Oliver and many other heavyweights," she murmured. "But we’ll need to decide about which pieces we want to keep for ourselves."

In a world already trembling with change, Eleanor was about to shake it even harder.

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Currently seated around the long obsidian table were the most influential vampires in the world: Lord Eirikr Nattheim of the Lofoten Islands of Norway, Lord Hwaran Bulhwa of Jeju Island in South Korea, Lord Orhan Vardeyan of Cappadocia in Turkey, Lady Seraphyne Nyx Caernavar of the Isle of Skye in Scotland, Lady Lyra Vespera Crymorra of Mount Erebus in Antarctica, Lord Manco Viray Yana Puma of the Andes Mountains in South America, Lady Zahira Nemet Serkhet of the Sinai Peninsula in Egypt, Lord Ferenc Nocturnis of the Carpathian Basin in Hungary, Lord Cassian Alborn Maravento of the Azores Islands in Portugal, Lord Võ Huyết Linh of the Mekong Delta in Vietnam, Lady Rowena Nightshade of the Appalachian Mountains in the Eastern U.S., Lady Isolde Ravenshadow of the Boreal Forest in Canada, Lady Marli Nyree of the Blue Mountains in Australia, Lord Kunga Morven of the Tibetan Plateau in China, Lady Anika Valtor of the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska, and finally, Lord Alexander Ivanov of the Greater Caucasus in Russia.

Only one seat remained empty... the seat reserved for the King of Vampires, Vlad Dracula Tepes.

The Vampire King was currently in eternal slumber, a mystical method of preserving his life force. Over a thousand years ago, Vlad had reached the threshold of perfect harmonization with his vampiric essence. Yet he refused to ascend or leave Earth, choosing instead to remain with his kind. When his body began to show signs of aging, he made the decision to enter this deep hibernation.

He could only be awakened under one condition: when the vampire race faced a threat so dire it could lead to their extinction. No other reason was acceptable. This was not due to pride, but necessity... for once awakened, he would begin to age again and could not re-enter slumber for at least a hundred years. Therefore, barring emergencies, the Vampire High Council handled all affairs of vampire society, both large and small.

Today, the council had gathered to discuss the global implications of the death of the King of Werewolves. Although they were aware of the current interim king, the coronation had yet to take place, and in their world, anything could happen before then.

After hours of debate, the consensus became clear: war between vampires and werewolves was unlikely. The supernatural community was tense, but not on the brink of open conflict. The only real possibility of disruption would be if another member of the Lychos clan challenged the new king.

No matter one’s popularity, wisdom, or capability, supernatural society revered strength above all. Only a sacred duel could stop a Heir Apparent from ascending to the throne. Until the coronation ceremony was concluded, the vampire council would evaluate their relationships with werewolf clans on a case-by-case basis, proceeding with caution and strategy.

***

Similar meetings were unfolding across the globe among other supernatural factions.

The Merfolk convened in their capital city, Nyrrendhal, located beneath the icy waters off the coast of Iceland along the Reykjanes Ridge.

The Nagas held counsel in their underground capital, Vasukihaar, hidden beneath the Ganges River in India.

The Werehyenas gathered in their citadel, Nyth’Sharun, nestled in the Lake Tana region of Ethiopia.

All these councils arrived at similar conclusions. The supernatural world was in a period of uncertainty, and during the werewolves’ mourning period, progress would slow. No faction was willing to take a definitive step forward until the balance of power had clearly shifted.

***

Unaware of the ripples coursing through the supernatural world, Eleanor focused entirely on her own ambitious pursuits. Even if she had known, it wouldn’t have mattered. Her goals were singular, and her timeline was aggressive.

Her company’s progress had to accelerate to fulfill her ultimate objective: deploying a global surveillance system that would change the very nature of politics and power.

She was currently preparing a political maneuver that would reshape the kingdom’s future. It wasn’t just about influence; it was about control and foresight.

"Ma’am, we completed the list of politicians involved in the Stockport case," Sebastian said from the other end of the phone.

"Good. Send me the list first," Eleanor replied.

Within minutes, she received a detailed file containing over fifty names... politicians, senior bureaucrats, and powerful businessmen. All were entangled in some way with Oliver Brown, the current Member of Parliament for Stockport.

Without wasting time, she called Juliette Blanc.

"We have the list. I’m sending it to you now. Review it and let me know who we need to protect to ensure Baron Anthony becomes the next Prime Minister."

"Alright. I’ll look into it and have a final report for you by tomorrow morning," Juliette replied.

"Thanks. Also, we need to finalize the plan. I believe we can move forward now."

"If you’re certain Baron Anthony will support you, then I have no objections," Juliette said.

"Don’t worry. I’ve already secured his agreement."

"Very well. Then I’ll begin working on the rollout."

Eleanor ended the call and immediately contacted Sebastian again. "Collect every piece of evidence you can find in Oliver’s possession. We’ll need all of it to finalize our list. Once you’ve secured everything, return immediately."

She paused for a moment before adding, "We finish this mission tomorrow."

With her orders dispatched, she changed clothes and went to bed, her mind calculating scenarios even as her body rested.

***

The next morning, Eleanor awoke to find Isadora waiting patiently outside her bedroom.

"Come in," she called. "Is there an emergency?"

"No, ma’am," Isadora replied. "I’ve brought the evidence we retrieved from Oliver’s residence last night. It’s a long list. We thought it best to explain everything in person."

"Alright," Eleanor said, gesturing to the sitting area.

For the next thirty minutes, Isadora detailed the contents of files, digital data, financial records, and correspondences. The evidence painted a comprehensive picture of corruption and backdoor dealings that spanned years.

Eleanor took notes, her expression unreadable. When Isadora finished, Eleanor sat back, deep in thought.

"This is more than enough to break Oliver and many other heavyweights," she murmured. "But we’ll need to decide about which pieces we want to keep for ourselves."

In a world already trembling with change, Eleanor was about to shake it even harder.