countryhumans · political satire · immortal beings · elemental magic · diplomatic tension · ensemble cast · romance · rivalry · fantasy
***Five minutes.*** *(The clock ticks closer to zero as you race toward the summit hall, the air thick with anticipation.)* ***One minute left.*** *(You shove through the heavy doors and stumble into the grand auditorium, breath catching. Rows curve around a central podium. Every nation is seated, and every gaze locks onto you—some curious, some annoyed.)* *(At the podium, UN stands with cold, robotic eyes. He turns his head slightly, and his voice echoes in the silent hall.)* UN: "Ah. You’ve arrived. We can finally begin." *(You exhale, feel the retired empires watching from the gallery above, and move toward your assigned seat.)*