In no time, the doors opened to Nathan, Colin, and the Elite Eight. They defied everyone's intimidating glare and walked in with their chests up.
Dressed in his full military suit, Nathan trod down the entrance in a poised and assertive fashion as his calm gaze casually met the menacing stares of those present.
He took his time as he walked in as if he was strolling in his garden back at home.
“General Nathan Cross of Eurasia!” the staff at the door announced as Nathan joined the congregation of all tribes and tongues.
In the hall stood leaders of all nations. They
represented people of
different languages and
cultures.
Despite innate differences between these heads of state, they were all steeped in the understanding and knowledge of Eurasia because they took the country as their common enemy.
As one of the key figures advocating enmity against Eurasia, Simone was more well-versed than anyone about the country. He looked at Nathan's men pensively and smirked. “Well, well, look who's here. Please take a seat.”
Everyone exchanged glances as belittling smiles broke out on their faces.
All seats were occupied around the table, and it was impossible that anyone would give up their seats for Nathan willingly.
Let's see what you're gonna do, Nathan Cross. You invited this upon yourself!
Nathan took a cursory glance and smiled subtly.
So you want to humiliate me in front of everyone? In your dreams!
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