Somewhere in Rome – A Private Estate
The room was dimly lit, candles flickering along the carved stone walls. The air smelled of aged parchment, burning incense, and old secrets.
At the center of the room stood a long oak table, its surface covered in maps, documents, and ancient texts.
A group of men sat around it—powerful, faceless figures. They weren't politicians, but they controlled them. They weren't generals, but they dictated wars. They were the architects of the New World.
A figure stepped forward. The same man who had nearly killed Nate and Leah in the underground chamber.
"The Second Seal has been broken," he announced.
Murmurs of approval. A slow nod from a man seated at the head of the table.
He tapped a single finger against an old leather-bound book. Revelation.
"We are on schedule," he said calmly. "The world believes this is prophecy unfolding. Soon, they will believe in the necessity of what comes next."
The men leaned in.
"The Third Seal?" one asked.
The leader smiled.
"Famine."
And in the shadows, a new plan was already in motion.