The sprawling executive penthouse at the absolute pinnacle of Green City had undergone another magnificent evolution over the past decade. It was no longer simply a quiet, heavily fortified sanctuary for two retired sovereigns. It was a thriving, chaotic, entirely joyful family home.
Ten years had passed since the supreme legal tactician permanently unplugged the biometric terminal. Regional Executive Vesper had governed the terrestrial globe with mathematical perfection. The Infinite Ledger remained absolutely flawless. The board was eternally green.
In the sprawling indoor jungle of the high-altitude glass conservatory, the terrifying King of the Underworld was currently facing an adversary he could not defeat with heavy ballistics or Vanguard detachments.
Boss Solis wore comfortable dark denim and a simple grey t-shirt. His massive, heavily scarred frame was currently acting as a highly interactive climbing structure for a fiercely energetic seven-year-old girl named Lyra.
