Chapter 281

The private war room of the Tree Heir was a cavernous space, shrouded in shadows and illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of a solitary lamp hanging from the ceiling.

Its walls were lined with old maps, strategic diagrams, and shelves filled with ancient scrolls and modern technology.

The dark, polished wooden floor echoed faintly with each step, but in this moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the city outside.

The Tree Heir stood by the large window that overlooked the city below. From this high vantage point, the city looked like a living organism, the streets pulsing with light and movement as people hurried about their lives.

His piercing eyes, however, weren’t focused on the glowing cityscape; his mind was far away, lost in thoughts of strategy and control.

His tall figure, draped in a long, flowing black robe embroidered with intricate silver designs, looked like a shadow itself—silent, imposing, and unreadable.

His mind flickered with thoughts of power—plans set
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