The lead councilor, a man named Vex, was apoplectic. “This is extortion! This is an act of war by a private citizen!”
And in her sanctum, as she planned the next operation, Freya von Doom smiled behind her mask. The world didn’t need another emperor. It needed an engineer who didn’t ask for permission. freya von doom private society
The problem: the lower hundred levels of Numinis Vertix were flooding. Rising sea levels and corroded sea-walls had turned entire districts into toxic fens. The upper-level council’s solution was to abandon the poor, wall off the mid-levels, and let the bottom drown. Freya’s solution was more elegant—and illegal. The lead councilor, a man named Vex, was apoplectic
Within seventy-two hours, the Mandate was signed. The lower levels got their sea-wall. The wealthy got their water back. And Freya von Doom? The world didn’t need another emperor
She stood in the Society’s hidden sanctum, a converted sub-basement reactor room. Holographic maps flickered around her. Her titanium faceplate—a minimalist homage to her ancestor—reflected the data streams.
He received a single reply from Freya von Doom: “War is what the powerless call accountability. We have given you a solution. Your pride is not our problem. Sign the Mandate, or face the consequences of your own incompetence.”